Slowly sliding down the escalator at the end of a long day into the cold grey steel and clean lines of Canary Wharf tube station. She stared down at her feet - fixed rigid to the step. People jostled past her in a hurry to get home but still she didn’t move... She couldn’t. She was frozen to the spot, clutching the rails, her body stiff with anticipation and with the same gnawing doubt she felt whenever she went on a date. Would this one be different she wondered…?
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