Under the heading, “probably not my specialism: fashion.” But…
a young man – with a quiff and a beard hanging like a pomaded wasps nest – wearing black dungarees, three quarter length, over a white shirt with faint delft-type patterns. Brown loafers and no socks. Skinny, white, hairy shins.
a young woman – with pulsing blonde hair (a lot of), think cyclist’s hi-vis jacket – matching white lycra top and leggings (the kind that is too thin) covered in blaring emoji pattern almost the size of CDs, shoulder to ankle.
they weren’t together, mercifully.