You: about 30, fit, blonde, with jean shorts and a white tank top.
Me: mid 30s bald guy in a gray T-shirt and gray shorts. 5'9" with a six-pack that sadly you couldn't see.
Our eyes met and smiled at me as you grabbed a bag of apples. I was about to say "hi" the next time around, but your friend dragged you away in a hurry and you were gone before I knew it. I wish I could have met you. You looked like something special.