She was a beautiful New Yorker who rode the A train. Her heritage was most probably Japanese with skin so beautiful and matte. She wore a pair of Tory Burch canvas flats reminiscent of my very own Jack Purcells. Her rooster red chords, along with what was clearly a man’s dress shirt, brought forth some very interesting layering. Blue with darker blue and white stripes, a massive collar peering through a baggy navy sweater that sometimes seemed more like a poncho. She only had French tips, and practically no make up on. She possessed a rather beautiful balance of comfort, utility, and contemporary femininity. Her iPhone, which she incessantly stared into was a polka dotted red.