I turned to face a young man with shabbily cut brown hair that masked one of his eyes in a mysterious manner. He had a slight, yet distinguishable gap between his front teeth that I noted when he smiled.

“Hello,” he said shyly.

“Hello,” I replied. We stood facing each other silently for what seemed like a good ten minutes.

He laughed silently to himself and smiled back up at me. He’s insane, I thought to myself.

“You know,” he said breaking through the awkwardness, “You bear a striking resemblance to Francoise Hardy.” I lowered my gaze underneath my sunglasses.

“I love her,” I said quietly.

“What’s your name,” he asked.

“Antonie,” I replied.

“Antonie,” he started, “You have a yellow aura. Your favourite colour is green. You paint your nails red to hide the fact that you bite them when you’re nervous. You’re afraid of monkeys, and your favourite food is red gummi bears. And that guy, the one who drove away…he was a real wanker.”

For a moment, I stopped breathing.