The other day I was buying some gorgeous sunflowers from a nearby deli and witnessed such a great serendipitous sighting. A girl in her mid twenties, probably, wearing a loose, grey, cotton T-shirt dress with half her hair tied up in a messy bun was sucking on a straw of iced coffee and staring into her phone outside the cafe across the street. She was clearly waiting for someone, and I began to wonder who, until, I had the good fortune of seeing.* About twenty minutes later, a guy whose wet hair seemed to reveal that his morning shower had him running a bit late, walked up to her and the two embraced in arguably the funniest hug I have ever seen: happily hopping up and down in each others arms as though they were sharing a pogo stick. It was as hilarious as you imagine. I wondered if they were dating, though to be honest, it didn’t seem like it. It seemed like they were good friends who had met years ago, as kids living abroad in Spain or something like that, and were finally catching up. They found a bench and sat down and began talking. I continued to pick through the flowers until I found a few I really liked, and glanced back at the friends as I walked home.