Only one chat-up line has ever made me say anything more than "Fuck off, please" to a boy.
Lets set the scene, a disgusting grey sky is being mirrored and multiplied on every piece of glass down Liverpool Street, making an endless silver skyline. Sometimes I wonder if I just wasn't meant to be happy. This is what it does to you, the lonliness. I get so paranoid that I can't see through my wide eyes, my vision shatters into tiny little crystals, sending the great silver sky flying at salt-tinged angles of destruction.
I have no idea why he was there, but he was. His soft voice broke through the mist and revealed him to me.
"I think you dropped your smile."