Scotty caught my eye because his hair seemed to tingle with multi-coloured lights. I realised later that the lights were from his headphones – the sort worn by those dancing at the Silent Disco next door.
Originating from the UK, Scotty now calls Sydney home.
He followed a girl over here, who subsequently broke his heart, but he declared that the heart is a muscle which gets stronger the more it breaks and heals.
He shook my hand in farewell.
His hands were warm in the cool Sydney evening.