Both of them, shoulder length glossy black hair. One with a baseball cap, the other a pagan ram sequinned jacket. Baggy Moroccan pants, crutch nearly at the knees - one pair khaki, the other deep maroon over the slimmest of slim hips.
Pencil thin beards and pierced lips and nostrils, they banter with each other in the queue for the till, long dark locks drooping across their chiselled cheekbones.
They're buying curtain rods and summer drapes.