Love in London

I changed buses in Wembley, on my way the Centre to work today.  As I waited at the bus stop, there was a young Indian couple who were next to me.  The husband put their suitcase down and said (I assume) for his wife to watch it while he went to check the bus schedule.  She nodded, but kept watching him as he walked over the posted schedule.  When the 83 finally came, there was the usual crush to get in line, even though the drivers are patient about waiting.  I noticed that the woman was ahead of me, but her husband ended up a few people behind us.  She kept glancing nervously behind her to make sure that he got on the bus.  Their suitcase still had airport baggage ties on it, so I'm assuming they were either visiting or recently moved.  She kept checking, anxious to make sure he got on the bus and that they wouldn't be separated.  After he tapped his Oyster card and joined her at the seats she had claimed, she settled back, perfectly at ease now that he was by her side.  An Eastern European lady sat in the seat behind her with a small child, a cute little girl all dressed in pink.  The young wife kept looking back at the Eastern European woman, smiling at the child.  She nudged her husband and he turned his head and smiled too and then smiled a bit longer at his wife.  They seemed so young, even though they are probably late twenties.  They glanced at one another with such adoration.  It was beautiful to see love so apparent.