GOOD

They were standing at the entrance to the flats. We’ve been in the lift together. I know where they live.
‘Me first, me first,’ said his daughter.
Me and my bike next, then her father.
The daughter said something and her father laughed.
He wore dark glasses, hair in cornrows, heavy furlined jacket, a winter coat, the collar turned up.
‘Alright man?’ he said.
‘Yeh,’ I said. ‘Thanks. You?’
‘Yeh, good.’