Fragments

I'm working at a department store. An Asian couple comes to my till. I comment on their choices of clothing, noting that each piece is either blue or yellow if not both. I inquire as to wether they are from Knappa. They say know and laugh. We carry on a whimsical conversation. They are very nice.

A strange man sits beside me on the bench. I am very uncomfortable being so close to him. He's very large, towering over me. I regret being nice to him earlier in the day. I walk off down the street and notice a very handsom man driving in a truck near me. I check to see if I look decent.