57/365:: STRANGERS NO MORE •

I've shopped in Chinatown East for years. This young man and I have nodded to each other several times over the time I lived nearby, but never broke our language barrier. Today, I lifted my camera and smiled as he leaned on the fire hydrant while he enjoyed his cigarette. He smiled back. I motioned him to continue what he was doing and made a few frames.
Then we laughed and shook hands.
I think I'll print this one off and bring it to him. Wasn't sure how to ask for his email address...