Dylan had never believed in love at first sight until he caught the Bakerloo line from Warwick Avenue to Waterloo one early evening in July.
He watched the way the man's fingers expertly played the piano, and he imagined what it would feel like to hold his hand, feel his fingers intertwine with his own.
When he smiled in his direction, he felt as if they were the only two people in the world.
The crowded platforms faded into the background, all of the people going about their own business didn't even realise that Dylan had fallen head over heels in love with the stranger in front of him, who now played 'Your Song' on the piano.
Dylan knew it was silly, but he felt as if the man on the piano was playing for him and him only. The lyrics resonated with him, the feeling he felt inside was a little bit funny. He couldn't quite put his finger on his, but he definitely felt different to how he'd felt when he'd first woken up this morning. He'd been feeling down for days, Valentine's day was fast approaching, and he was single, again; turning thirty was looming on the horizon, and he was sure that he'd be alone, forever.
"What I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen," the man on the piano sang, as he looked over at Dylan, who felt his heart skip a beat.
He took a few steps closer and dropped a crumpled banknote and his business card into the small plastic tub at the man's feet. "If you fancy a coffee," he said, hoping that the music man would interpret the words exactly as Dylan had meant them.
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