Five nonchalant youths rack up outside the McDonalds 'order' window. The banter in the vehicle is fruitful and pleasant. The evening is humid; light British rain dampens the dashboard, a brisk and purposeful wind explodes into the car as the driver winds down his window. The pungent fumes of minimum wage seep in through the cracks.
They are only here for one thing.
"An ice-cream cone please", the deep voice drifted up.
"With flake?"
"No", the driver allows a quick glance to the teen who sits patiently in the passenger seat. The whole car seems to be smirking. Whether the server has noticed the concealed giggles erupting from the backseat or not is difficult to tell.
The paths of six people, and one child-luring fictional Ronald McDonald were about to collide. Fate, destiny, call it what you will but they were all there in this one moment, this one thread in the large, soon to be unravelled, tapestry of life.
The driver slipped the car back into first as he moved towards the 'collect' box. Twenty yards and twenty seconds later ...
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