I am so sorry, person that I do not know, I like the way your clothing flows, I want to look like you someday, and I don't know how to move my gaze. I had a fucking stupid plan to smile when you passed me next, to assure you that I'm not a threat, but when you pass, I just forget. I am so sorry, person that I do not know, my scowl when you come and go is just the way my bitch face rests when I appreciate your dress.