The balcony of a rented Airbnb near the Thames on a cold winter evening. The wind racing through the gaps between the soulless glass and steel rises of Canary Wharf. A couple stands near the edge, leaning over the railing, looking at the black water. Behind them, through the half-closed terrace door, scraps of the conversation inside waft out. Neither the cold nor the wind matters to them as they turn to face each other and their lips meet for the first time. Another winter evening in another...

The balcony of a rented Airbnb near the Thames on a cold winter evening. The wind racing through the gaps between the soulless glass and steel rises of Canary Wharf. A couple stands near the edge, leaning over the railing, looking at the black water. Behind them, through the half-closed terrace door, scraps of the conversation inside waft out. Neither the cold nor the wind matters to them as they turn to face each other and their lips meet for the first time. Another winter evening in another...