The woman – more a girl really – was white, with short, electric-blue dreads, and the man's face was buried beneath the duvet with only his hair visible – one of those man-buns that some of the young white guys were sporting nowadays.

Her eyes, whose colour I had not at first known, so dim were they with repressed tears, so shadowed with ceaseless dejection, now, lit by a ray of the sunshine that cheered her heart, revealed irids of bright hazel – irids large and full, screened with long lashes; and pupils instinct with fire.

Can I borrow five bucks?

My keys got lost while I was out today.