Chill Cafe, Newtown. A young man types on his phone near the counter. He wears a long-billed baseball cap, buttoned shirt and incredibly baggy trousers, cartoon trousers that droop over purple crocs. His hair sticks out in rising waves on either side of his head, like thickets of twigs, and a smiling flower hangs from the base of his shoulder bag.

He orders a flat white.