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The little girl wanders through the tables trying to decide where to sit. Once served the other girl arrives with a tray. An older sister? They have a similar look, but there is maybe 10 years between them. The younger is wearing a flashy silver and black top and black trousers, kind of kid smart. The elder hangs her red/purple velvet jacket on the back of the seat, though it slumps down behind her. Beneath that she is wearing a baggy green jumper, with its sleeves pushed back determinedly to the elbow. To go with that big baggy jeans, with bulky stuffed pockets. And flat, blue sandshoes with rainbows and birds on them. She has a ring through either side of her lower lip, a stud through an eyebrow. Her hair is dyed a lilac colour, straight, reaches down just by her chin. The tray has a fat sandwich, cut in half, stacked together, and a huge cup of hot chocolate. On the saucer there are a couple of pieces of chocolate flake and a handful of pink and white marshmallows. You help yourself, the older girl says, I’ll eat the sandwich then have some. The little girl strains to lift the cup with both hands, struggling. Its pretty heavy, she admits. The older says something, and the little girl trots to the till. The girl there has to bend to hear her talking, before handing her a tea spoon. Back to the table, and she carefully attacks the hot chocolate a spoonful at a time. Once she is done with the sandwich the older asks if its ok is she has one of the marshmallows? She lifts a pink one, poised between finger tips, she dips it into the cup. By now the little girl is more interested in some toy that she has just bought, so the older drags the huge cup to sit in front of her, dipping the untouched flake into the chocolate.

Labels: chocolate flake, glasgow, hot chocolate, marshmallow, purple hair, sandwich