The coat-check girl from that one trashy nightclub, in professional garb and good make-up, walking down the street near that one big department store that she had mentioned to me years ago that she also works at.
She must have just been getting off of work, and she was walking on the streets just like all the other downtown workers on the streets after 5pm on a weekday.
I said "hi," and she smiled and said "hi" back as we passed each other.
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