You were wearing a white shirt, and have dark hair. I was leaner of the two boys seeing who could spit the furthest off the parking structure by the Brenden. Sorry about that undeveloped loogie, I didn't mean for it to land on your shirt. As you bent your neck to look up at us, I really felt a connection. Moments later, as we started to drive away, you came out of the elevator and were heading for us. Your face either said, "You're cute, we should chat" or "You're ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower". Either way, I'm sorry my portly friend sped off. I begged him to at least let me ask for your number, but he insisted it was time to go. Let me know if this reaches you like that wad of phlegm. We should grab some coffee and get to know each other.