These railway workers were having a lunch break sitting on the steps outside Liverpool Street Station. They were involved in lively banter but the guy on the right kept looking across. I knew I had to work fast before their break was over. I sat outside Pret and a woman asked if she could share my table, I agreed but forgot that outside seats are for smokers. She swathed me in a huge cloud of smoke which she seemed to blow intentionally my way, then when a table on my left became available she moved and lit up another fag. When she had done with all her smoking she went across and told the guys I was drawing them........they all came across one by one to look over the drawing and were utterly charming.
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