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Clara stared at this girl who had suddenly appeared out out the hurrying masses and introduced herself. She had shortish, naturally black hair which nearly covered her right eye, headphones that looked well loved and worn, a pair of drumsticks sticking out of her bag, multicoloured beads around her wrist, green fingernails.. Funky. Her eyes were a pale grey and her voice was low and pleasant to the ear.
Clara wondered how often something like this happened to the average person. She wondered why the girl had picked her. She found herself considering the girl's offer. Did she say Harriet? Ha-, oh, Harmony, that was it.. Harmony made no move to hide her impatience, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Clara, having thought about it, realised that ice cream sounded like a very good idea, so she croaked, cleared her throat and tried again, this time with success: "Okay."
**
Harmony grinned, congratulated herself inwardly and set off, followed by a slightly bemused Clara.