I’m on the Northern Line, on the London Underground, sitting opposite the most adorable lesbian couple.
They’re both about 20, and from their hand holding and drugged-up looking smiles, I’m guessing newly in love. One has short hair, dyed green, the other is freckly and has a hand-rolled cigarette tucked behind her ear. I want to adopt them. I want to cook them a nutritionally balanced meal and wag a finger at them about smoking.