You were sitting on the bus across the aisle from me on Wednesday all the way from Spring Garden Road to the end of Spryfield. I'm not sure if it was the playful smirks every time you caught me glancing at you, or the fact that I love a boy in a hat, but I felt some awesome vibes from the other side of the bus that I want to be apart of. I really hope I see you again, whoever you are. —Ginger Wineo