He looks me up and down as I hoover in the corner behind him. My black attire offers a visual contradiction to his light blue denim jeans and purple puffy jacket. I sigh.
He is of Spanish descent, and his girlfriend was wearing a fake fur coat.
They look at the exhibition with a quick rush of interest as permitted by the 'ten minutes until closing time' address allows.
As I walk out of the gallery, my legs are confused as I can walk more than 100 feet in the same direction for the first time in eight hours.