We both abruptly stopped on the corner of W Hastings/Cambie near the park and seamlessly started chatting. I have long brown hair and was wearing dirty work clothes/ you were soft spoken and had a dry bag backpack. You were from out of town and staying with your brother who lived nearby, and you asked me if there was any good places to get nachos. You’re a rock climber and offered to teach me how to climb. In my fluster I *incorrectly* put my phone number into your flip phone before boarding the rapid bus. I think about you all the time, and wish I proofread before I ran off :(