He was in the queue for the toilets at the festival when he saw her for the first time. Romantic, he knows. She was walking past with a friend, heading to the food tent. It was her hair that caught his eye. After a brief battle with the portajohn he considered heading after them, but decided against it. He’d never find them again in the crowd, anyway.

Two days later he was packing up his tent when he looked over at the tent behind him and saw her closing her backpack, and she looked up and smiled. He smiled back.