I’m on a bench in a deserted town centre street. Nearby, there’s a woman with a tight ponytail who’s wearing a baggy white tracksuit. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, she glances at me between drags of her cigarette. This has been going on for ten minutes.
Finally, she walks towards me. ‘Got the time?’ she says.
‘Yeah, ten to midnight’.
The woman turns back and goes over to a shop doorway where a huge man is lurking in the shadows. The two of them huddle close and whisper.
When she approaches me again I get up to leave.