remote cards

A couple stand in the drizzly street, about 9pm on a Thursday night. He is taller then she is, her head about his shoulder height. She has a contained blonde mass of hair, he has short spikey dark hair. They are both dressed young, studenty, casual. She has her phone pressed to her ear, peers down the street in the direction I've just come, looking for something. She holds her umbrella with her other hand, raised so that it shelters the pair of them. The conversation leads to a point, she raises the umbrella, up and down, like a signal. Then she laughs with delight, cries "there!" The phone call ends and she gives him an attack hug, arms thrust round his neck as she grabs him into an embrace and kisses him furiously. I can only guess that somewhere at the other end of the street there is another couple, standing beneath an umbrella, bobbing it up and down in return to show that they recieved the message and are on their way.