Which Brings Me To You

Two lonely, lived-in, thirty-somethings. One boring wedding. One heated encounter in a quiet cloakroom. It's not exactly the recipe for love. And John and Jane's time in a cloakroom clearly isn't the beginning of anything real; even they know that. When they manage to pull back, literally, it occurs to them that they might start this whole thing over, properly.
They might try getting to know one another first. But they live on opposite sides of the country. So they agree to write. And they do.