Euston station, last night.

A man was waiting on the platform for somone off my train. He had a bunch of flowers and was clearly dying to see her. But, she didn't turn up. I was almost last off the train and there was clearly no one getting off the train who he recognised. He looked really worried and was texting, calling. He came out onto the main concourse, frowning he looking at the arrivals board, checking he had the right platform; he was so bewildered. It didn't make sense to him. She should have been there. He got his phone out again, checking it, all the meantime holding these flowers. He went back onto the platform, searching, a good few minutes had passed. Eventually right at the top of the platform this girl comes into view. Walking slowly along, weighed down with baggage. She must have been in the very last seat of the very last carriage. He runs down to her, flowers bobbing all over the place. They meet halfway along the platform and he gives her a huge hug and the biggest kiss of her life. Not forgetting the flowers.

I'd love someone to care about me that much.