On s’est perdus …

Hey,

I am looking for the certain cute guy who took the RER A (direction Boissy) and who got off at Auber/Havre Caumartin.

You seemed lost and I was smiling at you because I knew the feeling of getting lost in the Paris’ underground. Your dark hair and your bright eyes were lightening up my day …

I was too shy to talk to you but we were exchanging smiles and walked (silently) to the elevator … I took the bus at Opéra .. And you disappeared in the crowd.

I can’t stop thinking of you.