As a young woman gets off the train, a young man leaps from the next carriage and catches up with her.
"Hey!"
"Oh! Hello again.. you don't usually come this way, do you?"
"Uh, no. Sorry. I changed at Stockwell because.. uh.."
"Because what? I'm late already, y'know."
"Oh, what the hell. Because, well, er, sorry, but, well, look, ah, I think I.. er.. I think I love you?"
"You... what?"
"Ohwhatthehell. I'm stupidly nuts about you, I can't think of anything except
you, it's driving me crazy, it's been driving me crazy for ages, and I
finally just had to tell you, you know, like, as it were. Er, sorry."
"And.. you followed me all the way from Balham just to tell me this?"
"Um, yeah. S'pose I did. Sorry about that."
"God. Eh.. I don't know what to say."
"Look, I'm sorry, this is stupid. I didn't talk to you earlier because,
well, I didn't know how you'd react, but now I've said it, I'll be off
and leave you in peace. Um. Sorry again. Cheerio."
"Hey! Where do you think you're going? Come back here right
now, you daft bastard."
"Um. Mmmph."