You linger in the gentle shade of a café awning. It’s 7:56. You see her traversing the zebra crossing. She’s wearing a black crop top and long green skirt. She notices you and injects intention into her stride.

“Wave.” You greet her.

“Waving hand.” She responds. You hug awkwardly.

“Smiley face sunshine.” You say.

“Slightly laughing face,” she smiles, “glass of beer glass of wine cocktail question mark left arrow?”

“Tick OK hand sign smiley face” you respond.