Riding home from work, I saw him.
He was standing there, idly, just watching the cars go by.
My mother saw him first, actually. I was too busy rambling about the day to notice anything noticeable.
"Caitlin! Did you see?!" She pointed.
My heart skipped a beat.
We drove out of sight...
"Ooooh," I sighed something about love.
"Would you like for me to turn around?"
We turned around; I got out and got his number.
And some pictures.
Pictures do him little justice.
If only, if only...