On the 16th of June last year, at 16:51 and nineteen seconds I purchased at 32oz drink. Leroy served me. I saw Birthday Girl (15) on screen four at the Clapham Picture House. I remember none of it. That was the day you wore your grey sport cap and the blue jumper with the buttons up the front. They matched your eyes.
Afterwards we went for a drink. I had bitter and you had something blue with ice. You told me a story about your friend who broke into the lido and drowned – it sounded like you were reading from a script. After you’d gone I went back into the cinema and watched the film.
I didn’t call you again.