We were both waiting at SFO Gate E7, mutually bound for LAX. You asked if you could borrow a blue pen--yes, specifically a blue one--for a personal project of yours. I was intrigued, said I'd love to help you but I unfortunately only have black pens on me. I didn't want to just say no to you since I thought you had a lovely voice. Figured you might also be a creative and interesting person. After a few seconds, you relented. A black pen was good enough. I wasn't really sure what else to say, probably because that was my second flight in 24 hours and I hadn't really slept at all. Could've been nerves, too. Anyway, I wish I had said something. Might I see you in my dreams? Or who knows, it could be one of those dreams where you realize you forgot to go to college for a whole year, or where you completely forget how to drive and the roads warp into a slightly deranged game of bumper car Tetris. It might be simpler to go ahead and write me back instead. You know, if you wanted to do more than just borrow a pen.