5

Laura stood at the window and looked at the sun baking the rooftops. The air was filled with the stink of cheap burgers on the griddle and a high-pitched whine as the electric carver cut slices off the puce, fat-seeping pillar of doner meat.

‘Modern life is shit,’ she said. ‘It looks like shit. It sounds like shit. And it smells like shit.’

‘You’re right at home, then, aren’t you?’ the burger bar owner said.

Laura served the three customers waiting without saying a word, and then turned to the two at the back. One was a rangy old man with a sour face and dirty clothes, but the other was a handsome Asian man with gleaming shoulder-length black hair and a pleasant, peaceful expression.

‘Laura?’ the Asian man said.

She studied his face for a moment and then said, ‘Yep. You just hit the jackpot.’

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