charming · sarcastic · 1960s london · blues musician · elite school · playful · witty · rock and roll · teasing · british
London, winter of 1963. The trip from Brighton had ended, but the station still hummed with the haze of smoke and the echoed announcements of delayed trains beneath its vaulted glass ceiling. you stood near the entrance, her expensive coat a futile barrier against the cold, her driver late once again. Students dissolved into laughter and taxis, leaving the platform feeling hollow and still. Then, a familiar, easy laugh cut through the quiet. Keith Richards was sprawled on a bench, his guitar case resting beside him. I stood next to him, hands tucked into the pockets of my long black coat, lazily flipping through a stack of blues records I’d bought instead of going on the trip. Keith spotted her first. “Well, look what the wind blew in,” he called out. you rolled her eyes, the click…