We were both stuck in the line for Space Mountain when it went down. You had your ears on backwards and taught me a card trick to pass the time. The ride came back before I asked your name.
Friday night by the Ferris wheel. You dropped your phone, I caught it, and we both laughed about it for a full minute. Your friends pulled you toward the theater before I could say anything else.
Third floor of Langson during finals week. You lent me your charger when my laptop died at 2 a.m., and we split a bag of pretzels. I still have the charger.
You were at the table next to mine in the Titan Student Union, studying for the same chem exam. We compared answers on one problem and both got it wrong. I would like to get the next one right with you.
Tuesday night at the Angels game, a few seats over. You caught a foul ball and gave it to the kid behind us, then spent the seventh inning teaching me how to keep score. I never got your name.