The young woman to his right sat facing the parking lot. She wore faded blue jeans, a pale pink top and a powder blue sweater.

The young man on the far side of the small round table sported a long-sleeved turquoise shirt imprinted with a silver filigree pattern. A hot pink tee showed at his throat. His faded blue jeans and plain athletic shoes hinted that the outfit needed further thought. A black stocking cap, however, flew the skull and crossbones from his forehead.

He and the young woman rose to pick up their orders. The wearer of the black shirt reached down with a tattooed right hand to rock a heretofore unseen car seat sitting on the floor beside his chair.

The three talked softly as they ate their sandwiches. The trio turned briefly to acknowledge the occupant of the car seat, then resumed their conversation.

Their meal finished, the wearer of the black tee rose and stretched. Black pinstripe shorts came into view. Hot pink laces overpowered the electric green stripes of the heels of his sneakers. He had chosen socks of matched basket-weave pattern – but mismatched in color: one blue, the other brown. He donned a hooded sleeveless vest made of pink satin, quilt-stitched in heart patterns, and zipped it. The hood remained at the back of his neck, leaving his black hair and bleached topknot exposed.