I'd Be Attracted (Wind In The Willows)

There's a couple that I have feelings for. I have no idea who they are, what they do, what their voices sound like, where they live or work. I've only see them. Twice last week. On the street. Looking fabulous. No, but seriously. They are amazing. He wears a red dress shirt with a white tie and black pants, but not a regular red dress shirt, white tie and black pants. His outfit is crisp, as if he had just gone to Holt's, spent $15 000 on three items and wore them out of the store. He's young and attractive and when I first saw him I wanted to be him. Then I saw her and I wanted to be them. She is shorter than him and wears dresses. Not like H&M or Jacob or GAP dresses. Fucking dresses. As if she were going out on the town in 1960s Paris. She'll wear a black dress with a white pajmina and a red belt, or something to compliment his outfit. Her hair is a bowl cut bob. It would look ridiculous on anyone else, but girlfriend works it. The thing that kills me is that both times I've seen them, they were walking down Queen street or up Yonge street, looking like they had just stepped out of Italian Vogue, and both time I saw them around six pm. That means they must have been coming from work. What do they do? Be fabulous all day and get paid for it? I'll pay them to come sit in my apartment and let me look at them. I want to know who they are!!! I'm going to have to hang around the corner of Queen and Yonge tomorrow between the hours of 5 and 6:30 and see if I can't spot them again. I may bring my camera. I may approach them to tell them how much I love what they're doing to my life. I almost did. Both times. I actually had intentions of stopping them on the street to say "I like this," or "I just need you to know how that you're the couple I want to be." Or something like that. But I chickened out. Both times. I just can't believe that two people can look this amazing everyday and act like it's normal. I have to find them.