In Pret,
Betty hauled some Tesco ice cream from a bag for life.
The staff glared as she unclipped the lid and spooned it down her gullet.
She dove back in.
A jar of Kenco appeared.
A barista was being held back by members of the public.
Others urged Betty to leave before he overwhelmed them.
The glossy white plastic weaving its way through the waves in her beautiful hair muted their desperation.