A story of love
(Sent by David García, a student from Oviedo, Spain)

Nobody remembered that rainy morning at the crowded Warren Street underground station. It was the rush hour. All bussinessmen were going to work. Looking at their faces it seemed like lots of boring photos from the past.

However, from the Rob's view was completely different. That morning he had met a gorgeous ginger girl with green eyes. So he felt excited, he wanted to know her, he could not stop to see looking at her.

On the other hand, Rob had to go to work. It was his first time day so he was really nervous and obviously he would not like to be late. He worked as a marketing assistant. Amazingly she was not there yet anymore and he had forgotten her. He worked all day without thinking about her. He did overtime and he wrapped it up at 9.00pm. He was alone.

She always picked the tube to Warren Street. She thought that somebody had shouted Sarah, she revolved around, but it was not true. That morning she felt that someone did not take his eyes off her, she did not like it. Nevertheless Sarah saw a handsome boy who had got brown hair and blue eyes. She believed that he was really attractive. The dream had happened. She had to leave the train, her stop was the next.

They never spoke to each other, they never found each other, perhaps one time more. To conclude, it is important to say: that boy at Warren Street was me. I have never seen her again.