You asked if I sketched for work, you told me you were a helicopter pilot.
I knew you were watching me sketch, but got self conscious and couldn’t look up. I was glad you’d said something, but bummed it was as I was paying to leave.
You had kind eyes and were soft spoken.
I left without even getting your name or giving you mine. I debated going back to do so, but thought it was crazy.
I thought about you the whole flight. Maybe this will get to you.
