Mick and Joe walk into their squatting flat and light themselves cigarettes as they step out onto the balcony (where they usually smoke and admire London's night lights).

"that girl, you really fancy her don't you?"
"Candy?" Joe smiles and glances at the sky "she's really nice."
"take a look at that, Joe, Mr.I-hate-love-songs is in love?"
"I don't know if this is what love feels like."
"Then maybe I do, what does she feel like?"

after a small pause Joe begins to speak

"Well, I've had many adventures and like, girlfriends and such. But It always felt somewhat shallow.
Don't think badly of me but I think I've never liked girls for more than their looks. At first that's how I felt with her, I just, I thought she was a pretty girl and I wanted to, get to know her, you know."
"yea I know" laughed Mick

Joe stops for a puff, presses his lips together and continues as he exhales the cloud of smoke.
"And I was going to, If she allowed me, I was going have sex with her that night leaving the club. But it happens that, when I kissed her it felt different from anything I had felt before, it wasn't just like, sexual awakening. It was more like sparks and all that rubbish people talk about in movies." he glanced at Mick "Stop laughing, I won't let you ridicule me, twat!"

"I'm not ridiculing anyone! I'm rather glad you feel this way, I think we should all feel that way from time to time."

"...yeah, if you say so" says Joe sarcastically
"Well, don't stop now, you were saying?"
"Well, if you'll let me finish...
I decided to wait, and court her more before getting down to business.
I took her out the next morning.

Then, then I discovered that she possesses more than the looks of an angel, she also speaks like one.
She describes her world as a artwork, she's somewhat innocent.
like a child you know, unaware of the bad things going on.
yet she's very bright, she knows about things like, physics and psychology, it's kind of intimidating even.
And I love that she listened like no one has before, every time I spoke she gave me her interrupted attention and I gave her mine, and we just wallowed in each other's eyes and thoughts the whole time." from his smile escaped a sigh, the kind of sigh that escapes our body when we speak energetically and gladly of something we are proud of.

"I would dare say Joe, that that is love."

Paul interrupts their conversation, walking into the balcony
"Good Nochy lads" he sips the beer in his hand "Joe how did it go? did you bone her? I saw you two, I got jealous for a bit. I thought 'how come Joe gets all the girls?'"
"No I didn't, yet. And hey Its not my fault I'm the attractive one"
"you wish!" says Mick, then the three London night bats share a friendly laugh

"But where were you? I mean after the train Joe went with Candy but where did you go?"
"Oh I was, out and about, here and there" Paul lets out a suspicious smirk.
"Looking desperately for a girl to hold your hand, were you Pauly?" mocks Mick.
"No need, No need. I was having fun with that lovely friend of Joe's girlfriend...Man that thing they say about American girls, they truly are somethin else." he drinks from his beer again.
"what friend?" ask both Mick and Joe listening in amusement.
"Piper, we met her at the train. Oh, right you were asleep.
you see, on the train she stumbled upon us and was thrilled to see Candy, they went to school together and all. Anyway, we got along well so after the train we took a stroll down the railroad track into some desolate restroom stall, so to speak."
"you pig!" Says Mick in a congratulatory tone.
"standing up? or..."
"yea, she's quite short, I got lucky."
Joe laughs "oh man, Candy's about my height, but I mean against a sink is not bad either ey?"
"But what happened? why didn't you fill her in?"
"you happened."

They continue their conversation on "lovemaking" for a while, then talk of usual music business, world matters. The three head back inside to crash once the night fog beings to blend with their cigar smoke.