So that's how it happened. There I was sitting alone in the middle of the lovely Viennese coffee house on the Strand, when I looked up and saw a very handsome young man, clearly animated talking to a work colleague or a friend. He was looking out the window, then at his friend then out the window again, anything but inwards to where I was suddenly desperate to see just how handsome he actually was. I could feel my heart beat a little faster as I crossed my legs a little closer. This was not a reaction I was expecting. I looked down and smiled to myself, "Helen, what are you thinking!"