Among the throngs of passersby steeped in whistles, you'll find a girl beset by helloooo so good to see you and I'll miss you stay safe. She is waiting. You'll find her fellow standing on the platform his iron horse slipping the rail with billows of steam. He is searching. Her yellow sundress frustrated with yellow shoes to match, his double-breasted pinstripe as eager as her shoes and their eyes meet and do not see and then they do. Eyes and smiles hurry to close the distance, her yellow dress, his luggage, a single second sounds with the echo of every step on the station's marble floor. A few seconds later, a kiss. Many more seconds later, "Your attention please, now boarding on track eleven platform thirteen the one o-clock to paradise falls, please have your…."