Describe a stranger.
Maybe it's the delivery person, the fruit shop worker or the old lady driving the car next to you at the traffic light ( don't Prose and drive). Poetry or short story.
He was handsome and tall
Ride the bus
Always smiled at me every weekday for six months when he saw me
He was always with his buddies
His voice was soft but masculine
His hair was thick and black
I never knew his name
He is a distant but happy memory now