Missed Connections

To the girl with the black hair and tartan jacket who walked down Prospect Street behind me for several blocks, then sat across from me on the red line. I looked over at what you were reading, and I noticed you stealing glances at what I was reading, too.

It seemed especially awkward, because we've never met but were checking each other at at [redacted]'s Pub last weekend, you with a friend and me reading at a table alone. Maybe one of us should make a move?