The other week I was sitting on the subway with my legs crossed, and a (late middle-aged) (black) lady in a tasteful puffy black coat and with nice shoulder-length hair under a knit cap walked by me and accidentally brushed her light grey jogging pants against the sole of my shoe.
"Sorry," she was like.
"No, I'm sorry!", I was like, as she was walking past me to the train car door, since I was thinking of the dirt I got on her light colored clothes.
At that, she quickly turned her head to look at me, and suddenly she gave me a little smile as she stuck her tongue out all curved in a mischievous way.
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