You were on your way to terminal 3, short dark hair, dark blue sweater, in the company of your daughters. I was the blond woman you kept looking at.
This is crazy, but - well, I do now wish I had spoken to you.
It is a shame that I don't dare to talk to someone on the tube whereas I would not have hesitated had this been on a bus in let's say India.
It would be very nice if we could have the conversation we missed yesterday.
