Luke thought a lot about the girl. He had never seen her without a counter. That is, he had never encountered her outside the Chinese take-away. That is, when he saw her she was always hidden behind the counter in the Chinese take-away. So when he thought of her he had to imagine her feet and waist and breasts and everything usually hidden behind the counter. Her feet, he decided, were small like her hands which he saw when she wrote down his order. Her waist was narrow like her shoulders which trembled when she laughed. And her breasts were flat but cute like her nose.