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Supermarket still open late on a Saturday night, city centre. Guy is loading the shelves, wearing the burgundy short of staff colours. He tips cardboard boxes into a metal cage on wheels once he has emptied them. Excuse me, she says from behind him. Takes a moment for him to notice, to turn, do you sell cork screws? She asks it grinning when he turns, a clear subtext - its Saturday night and I’ve got a bottle of wine that needs opening! She is short. Japanese looks, American accent. Hipster style. Flat cap over short dark hair. Tight white jacket. A few inches of bare belly. A line of white knickers above the waist of her blue jeans. She radiates confidence that her friend doesn’t. A pale white girl, pale ginger hair. White t-shirt, white cardigan. Almost hiding behind a shelf until she realises that the shop boy and her friend have gone off looking for the cork screw, and she kind of darts after them with that - I don’t want to be left behind - kind of feel

Labels: american, cork screw, ginger, girls, glasgow, japanese, shop