Love, the London way

I was the only passenger facing backwards on the Bakerloo train, so I didn't see her get onboard.

All other eyes were facing forward, occasionally glancing at me adjusting my knee brace through my jeans. 

When a lot of us got up to get off at Baker Street I saw her. The rest followed London Tube manners, averting their eyes and keeping silent.

I couldn't let a chance like that go by, could I.