The Woman On Platform 8

I first saw her on the platform on my way home from work a few weeks ago. She had an aura about her that made people stop and stare. Then I saw her again. And again. Our twice weekly commute into London Waterloo in sync. She was always so poised, so pretty, so perfect. Everything I'm not. In my head, her name's Lucia, and she's a glamorous catwalk model from Milan who commutes from Winchester to attend casting calls in the city. But this morning she's late, barely making the train as the do...