"Sure," you reply.

He hands you a crumpled piece of paper and a TD Bank pen. You write down your phone number and hand the piece of paper back to him.

Once you arrive at work your phone rings. It's the man with many metrocards. You talk about the weather and how FUCKING annoying the wind is. He's so easy to talk to.

"Hey... can I pick you up from work later today?" he asks.
"Sure," you say.
"Great ❤," he replies.