A litte more conversation, a little less action baby

On Friday night I met someone on the tube by the name of Marie-Louise. She was an attractive, interesting woman and was, for reasons known unto herself alone, absorbed by my conversation. We chatted about the couple opposite and whether they'd met tonight, or years ago, and about the book the lady opposite was reading. And about our respective evenings (thanks again Lorien, excellent party), and she said 'It's my stop next. And I kept chatting til she got off. As she stood, I thought about it finally.... I asked "I guess it's a little late to ask for your number?". I was right.