Black Shoed Girl: “We met. Barely. We barely met, and yet you left such an impression I can’t stop thinking about you on all these first and second and going-nowhere dates I’ve been going on. We were in line at Mohamed Ali’s, joking about the panic of not knowing if you want chicken or beef shawarma, until you take that first bite. Just, small talk, but it was so right. Remember that, remember me? Come and find me?”