Coming up the stairs of the tube station, a lady thrusts a leaflet in to my hand. 'Christmas Dinner at the lido cafe', she says. I take a moment to peruse the information. 'It's that time of year again', she says. She is wearing a khaki-green padded jacket. 'Scallops', she says pointing to an item on the menu listed as 'Char grilled scallops with Cauliflower puree and Pancetta'. I say it looks delicious. It does.
Taking care not to block the throng of commuters, I ask my question. 'Alright', she says and gives me an answer. 'It's a family name but it's not double-barreled', she says. I tell her I like it. She puts out her hand and I shake it. She is wearing a chunky ring that feels cold against my palm.
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