In a gloomy corner of the car park, a couple embrace. Arms entwined, they stand motionless, lost in their own world. Driving rain soaks them but neither flinches.

Then, as I watch, they break apart. Words are whispered, kisses exchanged, before the two shadowy figures melt away in separate directions.

I wonder who they are, friends or lovers? And why chose to meet in this cold, concrete wasteland? Could it be because each wears a band of gold given by another? Are they indulging in a heart-fluttering, illicit affair?

I close my eyes and think of you. Almost time.