Dear cute and nerdy bicyclist boy pedaling his way to work this morning,
Hi, I'm that girl who pretty much crashed into you at that corner on Main and East in town today.
I realize that I probably gave you the weirdest, most panicked and embarrassing look ever before I picked up my bike and booked it out of there, but I'm not a freak, I swear. I just couldn't come up with anything to say. Sorry. I know. I'm socially awkward.
But I really wanted to ask: What's your name?
Also, are you okay? I hit you kind of hard.
The idiot girl on the purple bike with the hair flying in her face.