08: Note passery

Friday night, studying with my friend at a café (okay, it was starbucks), and this boy endears himself to us from across the room, by being adorable and trying to keep it to himself, especially with how he would put on his coat and pack up all of his things and abandon his table every time he had to pee, like his mom had told him to be careful about thieves in New York. The second time he did this, we left a note on his table

“want to come to a party later?”

except that time he left after, and never saw our invite.

Saturday Grace is studying in the recesses of the NYU library. A boy nearby spends a few hours trying to steal her attention from Nietzsche, to no avail. When he leaves, he drops a note on her desk.

"meet me outside in exactly 20 seconds"

Hysterical. That same night, across town, friend and I are at Yaffa in the East Village, lingering over a bottle of prosecco and some chocolate mousse cake. When she leaves to go to the ladies', the boy at the next table works up his nerve to drop a handbill in front of me, then quickly sits back down. Won't even make eye contact.