I liked watching her. There was something about the way that she put a hand to that wide expanse of curly hair and locked her fingers into the roots that caught my attention that first time. A coffee shop can feel like a lonely place at the best of times, when you’re there alone working on sheet music, but right then it felt like the whole world had condensed itself into that tiny space, and the Universe made sure I saw her – light years away yet so close – grinning widely at the cashier and then making her way to a group of sofas where her friends were sitting talking animatedly and gesturing loudly.

The notes on my sheet music seemed to swim after that, until all I could see was a mess of notes that looked more like her hair than anything else.