Victoria

'Do you only get one a day or do you ask everyone you meet?' asks the girl who went on a gap year with my friend and finds herself, unexpectedly, in the same pub in North London.  Her hair is long and strawberry blonde.  She has a small golden pear around her neck with which she fiddles.  I tell her that it is only one a day.  'And I'm today's?' she asks.  I confirm that she is.  She makes a gesture of victory with her fist.