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Saturday was a rainy day. I was returning home on the overground. A lot of people left the train at shoreditch. A number of seats opposite me were suddenly vacant. A pretty girl, plainly dressed sat down in front of me, her black hair wet from the rain. She sat there self consciously, her hands fidgeting. A handsome lad was seated next to her, absorbed in his phone. She took hers out too. And then breaking from protocol, she asked the boy sitting next to her for help with something on her phone. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. He replied helpfully and solved her problem. She thanked him with a nervous laugh. And then they both didn’t know what more to say so tried to go back to their lives. Except that they both sat there blushing stupidly instead of diving into their phones.

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