He stepped out of the train, announcing his grand arrival with his vibrant lilac jacket and matching pants, his white poodle trotting closely in sync at his heels. Head held up high, he gazed through his black thick-framed glasses at the road straight ahead, as if looking for something but already knowing that it was not there. He reached for his slick wallet in his pocket and meticulously placed it at the Myki sensor for a few moments, whilst his shiny ring sparkled on his left hand.
He glided out to the side of the road where the zebra crossing was. His slick hair was carefully combed backwards, leaving no strand of hair astray. He looked right; he looked left. All the time, the white poodle was obediently sitting down at his feet. In proxmity close enough to declare their master-dog status, but not too close to leave any fur on his newly-shined black and white - and pointed - Italian leather shoes. When it was time to cross, master and dog floated across the crossing to the other side, turning all heads towards the lilac aura in doing so.
Take care.
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