Harry

Two youths are leaning on a trolley as I collect my bag and head out of the small supermarket.  One is perched, with skinny jeans and two piercings in the top of his right ear.  The other is wearing a large green Parka with a fur-trimmed hood.  His face is flat and he has a mass of black hair.  I pause to ask my question.  The boy in the Parka looks blank but gives me an answer.  I put my hand out and thank him for his help.  His hand emerges from a puffy sleeve and we shake.  ''Salright', he says.