You're hott. Like really.And...I'm if it weren't 6:30am and I were in better clothes and you weren't dozing off every other train stop, I'd totally be hitting on you right now. I mean I think we'd be good together.
But...something tells me it wouldn't work. Maybe, just maybe because I keep picturing you with a normal skintone.
But...if you ever want to play big spoon-little spoon. I'm your girl.
I have to stop looking at you now. The girl next to you might get the wrong impression.
Til the next sleepy awkward train ride we take together. Hopefully, I would've cared enough to actually bring a matching purse and your eyes will be open for more than a minute.