There is a cute guy who takes the green line toward Harlem each morning. I get on at Ashland heading west, and you’re always already on the train. Usually, it is approaching 8AM when I see you in the train. You’re blonde, about my height, and thin. You get off at Austin with me, but you walk South on Austin and I walk North. I usually have my ipod on. This morning, I walked to recycle my RedEye and made eye contact with you on the Austin platform. Can’t wait to see you again.