Author's Note: As it is often difficult to work out what (may be) really being said in conversations of this nature, a translation in useful italics has been provided to aid the reader, not to mention the characters...
A young man sits on a bench, embedded determinedly in a paperback book.
A young woman walks up to him. She doesn't speak for a few moments.
"Hi! How's it going?" (Hey! You! Can't you see me here?)
"Oh, hello! Didn't see you there, sorry." (Damn. She's noticed me.)
"Lost in your book, eh?" (You're supposed to be looking at me instead, dumbo.)
"Yeah, kind of. How have you been, anyway?" (I've been trying to avoid you.)
"Fine, fine.. keeping busy, y'know how it is." (Have you been avoiding me?)
"Me too. Work's been non-stop recently. Completely mad." (God, I adore you.)
"Tube's terrible at the moment, isn't it?" (Are you going to ask me out, then?)
"Awful, yeah. I've been waiting at least half an hour." (Umm...)
"Bloody stupid. I'm supposed to be in town in ten minutes." (Oh well, see if I care.)
"I hear one train got stuck in a tunnel outside Bank for two hours recently." (I want to kiss you and hold you in my arms forever.)
"Yeah, it was a couple of months back." (I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you forever.)
"Hey, a train! Wonders will never cease.." (Phew. I don't have to humiliate myself this time, then.)
"It's for the wrong branch, of course, but it's a start.." (You're going to get into another carriage, aren't you?)
"Ah, well, see you soon. Bye!" (Saved! Saved from inevitable rejection, at least this time..)
"Yup. Seeya!" (Oh well..)