Every day, it rains on Regent street. And every day, a man with an insatiable curiosity interrupts her game of crossword. She doesn't seem to remember these meetings. However what she does remember is that this stranger brings echoes of a dreamy love song every time they meet. [A George Harrison fic] P.S: Rating will change in future.

You didn't think anything of walking past Friar Park most evenings until you saw a tall, dirt covered figure standing at the gate looking at you.