Leigh

Having failed to make use of the girl on the tube who talked to me about the book I was reading, television adaptations and San Francisco, I have to resort to the streets at night.

Over the road, lit by the phosphorescent bulb of a bus shelter, sit two girls in leggings with big blonde hair and heavy make-up.  I decide to try my chances.  The one on the left gives me an answer straight away.  I check the spelling.  She corrects me.  'It's that way for girls', she says.  'I didn't know that', I say.  'Well she's Jamie Lee like boy's spelling', she says gesturing towards her companion who nods an acknowledgment.

I ask if they are sisters.  'Nah', says the one on the right.  The other one giggles.  'Do you think we look like sisters?', she says.  I say they could be.

'Thank you for you help', I say.  'Bye then', they say.