In a wine bar in South London, I ask two ladies if anyone is occupying the third chair at their table. It is low with a curved back and covered in black leather. They are happy for me to take it. They both have luxurious dark hair and long fingernails. They answer my question gladly. I pick up the chair and leave them to their bottle of white.
An hour later, as they are heading out into the night, they wave goodbye.
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