At Bakeri this afternoon - w4m - 25 (Williamsburg)

You were at Bakeri around 1pm this afternoon in the back garden, reading Patti Smith's Just Kids and beep-booping away on your ipad. Gray t-shirt, Sperry boat shoes, a little salt, a lot of pepper. I was with my friend having lunch sitting at a table in front of you, wearing a gray tank top and blue jeans, shoulder-length black hair. Not that it matters since I don't think you even looked up, so this isn't even technically a missed connection.
Whatever, you are super dreamy. Here I go. Don't get weird.

If you aren't gay/taken, I hope this dumb message finds you and maybe we can share a coffee there, at the same table this time.

Elise is an account executive that works in mid-town. It's not her dream job, but it pays the bills. She hopes to do something more creative with her life, but for now, she's content in her snappy black pant suits and sensible high heels. Today though, she wasn't up for going to the office. She woke up in the morning and e-mailed her boss that she was under the weather and would work from home. Of course, we all know working from home means checking e-mail before you leave to do whatever you like. She washed her face, caught up with Matt, Ann, Natalie and Al and called her friend Sam.

Sam doesn't work, he just sort of hangs out on his parent's dime, after all, this is Williamsburg. That makes him the perfect friend to have around when you have a day off, he's almost always available. They met up at about 11:00 and bummed around for a little while before Sam suggested some food. Elise was already growing tired of his company and hoped that some sustenance would help...at least she wasn't back at the office, right?

A casual and approachable hostess sat the pair down at a table. After reading the menu ten times, Elise looked up from the table and saw Michael. Michael was playing hooky just like Elise from his photo assistant job and he certainly looked the part. He was engrossed in Just Kids and couldn't really be bothered to look up, even at our almost-charming Elise.

Sam could see that Elise was losing interest in his discussion of how cartoons used to be better before Pixar came on the scene noticed her gaze was fixed on Michael in the corner.

"It's rude to stare, it's also rude to you know, ignore me."
"Sorry, I'm trying to get his attention."
"Oh yah, because he can definitely hear your eyes undressing him."
"Sam, get a job, you're a waste of life."
"Okay, how about you shut up."
"Sam."
"How about you go to your job."
"Whatever, I'm tired"
"You're not tired of being stupid."
"Wow."
"Also, that guy is clearly gay."

Before the two could finish their bickering, the waitress came to take their order and Elise's laser focus was broken. Oh no! Lasers! She thought better of her staring and figured he wasn't going to look up and after all, maybe it wasn't her fault, maybe Sam was right and Michael was gay. Meanwhile, Michael had absolutely no clue what was going on.

When she got in to work the next morning, Elise got bored in minutes and decided she'd test fate and post a missed connection. As she wrote it, she felt silly and naive, but it was either that or the exciting world of Excel.