It was an ordinary evening on the 99 B-Line — somewhere between 8 and 9 p.m. heading east toward Commercial, Nov 1st — you sat with your friend at the back of the bus, brown boots, black jacket black scarf -were you Bloody Mary? I caught your smile a few times, honestly I think I did a good job not staring for the rest of the ride, but forgot to take action and now here am I… typing this haha. Yeah. I don’t know your name, and we never spoke, but ever since I’ve been hoping I might see you again. If this reaches you and you remember the guy with the green jacket and checkered hat, I’d love the chance to say hello properly.