You pulled up in an older red (Chevy/ford) truck wearing a dark green longsleeve, black jeans, and a hat. You had a stash like one east side boys does and had the sweetest look on your face. We locked eyes multiple times and couldn’t stop smiling at each other. I should’ve walked up to you and asked for your name / number. Instead I watched you drive away and we both locked eyes one last time and wave goodbye. Hope to see you there again soon - curly headed girl w/ checkered vans
