Food delivery riders arrive and depart, eyes downcast on orders. Two riders sit next to me; it turns out they are Brazilian brothers.
‘It’s dead today,’ one of them complains.
‘Perfect day to drink.’
‘We’ll make a lot of money on New Year’s Eve,’ a new arrival predicts, walking past them to collect branded paper bags next to menu pods glowing with McCombos.
Meanwhile, children wearing paper crowns get ushered out into the cold by parents satiated on extra-large meals and a teenager searches for a socket to charge his mobile. I sip my Coke and wonder about the future.
