There was the boy and the girl.
The man and his wife.
The father and his daughter.
The mobile phone text message girl.
The biker in his blue t-shirt.
The romantic couple.
The two girls talking beside the overfilled trash can.
The handsome guy making a phone call.
The blond guy and his girlfriend.
The guy filming it all.
The two ladies enjoying a look at the Thames.
The Eastern couple with their M&S food.
The 2 women having an hour long talk about Life, The Universe, and Everything.
The lonely girl staring in the distance.
The music guy reading the business section.
And there was me, trying to find a credible reason why my male character would fall in love with my female protagonist, because he has to. In my stories people fall in love.
In my stories I am in love with London.