A few weeks ago I saw an ex girlfriend's father on the subway. He looked at me and turned his head, clearly only recognizing me as a distant memory. We weren't particularly close when I dated his daughter, but I always thought he was a very nice man.
He invented games, and was an art lover. I remember once he gave me a big glass of red wine and asked what type of films I liked. It was a very nice conversation.
But as for this day on the subway, we didn't share a word. He nodded, I nodded, and that was it. I'll probably never see this man again, but I hope he's still inventing.