Strays and waifs
I spotted this odd looking stray opposite The Fort on my way home. There was a waif nearby, skiting around on those Heely things.
"Is this yours?", I asked.
She shakes her head. "Are you a police officer?"
"Haha! No, you're alright. I'm just going to take a photo of this thing."
"What do you do for a living? What's your job?"
"I'm a designer."
"Really? Are you a web designer..?"