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[necessary_child]

A young man - at least, he looks young - all in scruffy black enters the bar from a crowded, dusty London street, a rolled newspaper under his arm. He's licking a large chocolate ice cream with a chocolate stick in it and grinning cheerfully with the half-smirky, boyish grin of someone who knows he's won something highly important. It's an attractive grin. He looks surprised to enter the bar, but not at all unhappy.

He leans against the bar, happily eating and people-watching. If it weren't for the ice cream, he'd be whistling. Albeit very off-key.