I’m sitting at the piers west of Greenwich Village. There’s another dude sitting on the bench around the corner from me—wonder if he’s cruising, what the signal is. He’s youngish, about my age I guess, dressed casually but stylishly. Could be waiting for someone. I didn’t see any headphones or a book. He’s just waiting there.
On second glance, he did have headphones. It would have been better if he didn’t.