Bright red and peroxide blonde hair catch my eye from the corner of a pub. A boy and girl are facing each other on a banquette. She (the red-head - long and curly with dark roots) and he (blonde - combed back in a brisk side-parting) look as though they could be on a band.
I interrupt their tete-a-tete to ask my question. The girl sits forward and, with authority, tells me both. 'We're brother and sister', she explains. I bring up their opposing hair colours. 'We used to be the same', she says pointing at her brother, 'but mine started to fall out'.
We talk about my resolution, the difficulty of approaching strangers and the importance of human interaction. On leaving them to it, I shake their hands.
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