42 St Rizz

I didn't know if I should say hello. My mind held my heart hostage and threatened it with a gun named anxiety. Yet I crossed the red line and said "hello".

Well not "hello" , more of a first high then low " HEEEeeeeyyyyy". You said " Do I know you?" And those words became the execution order for my brain as it yelled " Fire!", and paralyzed me with fear. The kind of fear where you forget the most basic things and become a child needing to remind themselves " My name is Quinn, I'm from Ridgewood, and my favorite color is periwinkle (because you're too cool for blue)". However, the cool thing about fear is that once its hit....well, its hit. The pain of embarrassment won't be going anywhere anytime soon and so I persist.

"Uh yeah, you paid for my Metrocard last week after I forgot my wallet". Your eyes widen, and you laugh. A faint breath of hope is detected from my cringing heart. " Oh yeah! Your shirt was inside out right? I did the style !"

"Uh yeah, thanks" It was a woke up late statement and not a fashion statement but she's smiling so I'm smiling. " Look, I'm heading to a bookstore, would you able to come with me?" She wrinkles her nose and with this you move your hands behind your back and make a worried fist so tight it would make the blood takers at New York Presbyterian proud. Your heart and mind once enemies become compatriots. One saying" I'm so sorry dude" and the other responding " at least we tried."

Later, while stargazing on the High Line , you'll notice that she wrinkles her nose whenever she's flattered and you smile at the upheaval you went through.