encounters I ever had-
a long time ago, someone I knew slightly asked me if I wanted to hang out.

I said I was on my way to a park, to read and write, but if she wanted to come with me that would be fine.

She did, and sat doing whatever,in silence, while I did my thing.

then when we left, she told me she had written a poem about me and about America (she was from another country) and it was sweet.

This is pretty rare in my experience, in our outer-driven society.
Thanks for your thoughtful comments.