A girl sticks a sandwich in my face.
‘Egg and watercress. Want it?’
Posh bread. Smells good.
‘My mum doesn’t believe in BLT. What does that even mean?’
Off she goes.
Next day, she hands me a brie and sun-dried tomato ciabatta.
‘Mum’s trying to be bloody Pret.’
She sits down.
‘I’m allowed, I feed you.’
The nerve of her.
She peers into the cup.
‘It’s just coppers. That’s all you made today?’
I nod. Not true, I remove big coins. But I’ve got my mouth full.
‘I’ll tell Mum to double my lunch. She’ll be so pleased.’
* a UK fast food chain selling freshly made sandwiches (among other things)