Hello... you.

No, fuck, no, I'm not doing that. I'm not gonna try to figure out who you are, why you look so concerned about the state of that heirloom tomato...

You have a way with people. They just like you. Your shirt is faded, but fresh. You like to take care of things. Your shoes are clean, but worn. You walk in a town where nobody walks.

I won't say hello. I'll accidentally bump into you. You'll never even know I was here...

You turn and look at me.