“How do you know Talia?”

I was on an empty 2 train leaving Brooklyn. I was listening to music, when a stranger got on the train, looked at my chest, smiled, then asked me how I knew Talia. She came and sat next to me on the empty train. I met Ella. We talked until she got off at her stop. My uncle lived in Manhattan and called NYC an anonymous city. On that train and at that moment, the City was condensed to a new friend. All because of my embroidered black hoodie.