IF YOU DON’T KNOW HER...

‘Oi, Shaz?’ he said. ‘Shaz?’ calling from over the road outside the railings of the park in the middle of Portland Square.
‘What?’ said the woman stood on the corner I turned on my way back from Office World where I’d bought a ream of 100gm paper and a multipack of ink for the printer.
‘You know Lisa?’
‘No.’ She was thin had long blond hair and said, ‘Alright?’ as I passed and I said, ‘Alright,’ back to her.
‘The Newcastle bird?’
‘No, I said,’ she said, then. ‘What about her?’
‘Well, if you don’t know her...’