The Look
It was like a physical shock when our eyes first met. It was the look, nothing else mattered. My friends had to shake me to get me back in the conversation, and when I looked up again, she was no longer there. Had I imagined her, but no, the sense of connection still stayed with me. As the evening wore on, the crowd in the pub thinned out, and it was time to find our separate ways back home. I walked the mile or so from the pub to Great Portland St station, and waited on the platform for...