Two new people are in the cake fridge: a tall girl in school uniform and backpack, and a shorter girl in bare feet, wetsuit and bun. They’re on the other side of the street.

The tall girl stands with hands clasped beneath her chin and smiles. She may be twisting a strand of hair, or playing with her hat string. The girl in the wetsuit backs away. The tall girl moves towards her. Across the shop, the glass-front counter picks up the girl in the wetsuit backing slowly out onto the crossing, still talking, but she gives a wave at last and turns to run across the road.

The tall girl gazes after her. She trudges back up to the bus stop.