I caught your glance while I was standing behind you in checkout and noticed how flush pink your face got after which I thought that was cute. I was there returning a shirt with my mom that we had bought a week prior, so I was just passively people watching instead of shopping during my time there. I am a bit of a recluse, so I am self conscious about drawing attention; however, I could not help being drawn to you, a tall, blonde man with a faint mustache wearing a black shirt with text I could not quite make out having an elaborate conversation with your mother in Russian. I had noticed your eyes lingering on me, an asian guy in a lavender polo who was hiding his hands in his pockets because I did not want strangers giving me judgmental looks over my painted nails. I found you enthusiastically getting a Stitch and Angel from Lilo&Stitch tote bag endearing. I'll be honest I am closeted and could be reading that situation; but, after that little moment in line, my disillusioned, cynical brain could not deny the elated feeling I felt in my heart. The cynic in me sincerely doubts you would ever see this, but my last year was highly improbable. I'd like to believe, if not a connection, just a chance he sees this, that he knows that little interaction was enough encouragement to push the recluse in me to meet new people and that the world is not as scary as this previous year had convinced me. :)