Gripping stranger #12: Goth girl

Once you appeared to have a leg injury of some kind, but that didn't stop you from donning massive black faux-leather knee-high boots with thick rubber soles fit for the most industrial of fetish nights in the city. I am always in awe of those who invest such effort into their appearance as to favour fashion over function at almost all costs (in your case, you continued to wear the boots despite injury that caused to you to limp painfully down the street, your black trenchcoat gaining momentum in the wind). Sometimes I see you with a partner, pulling an appropriately black rolling cart behind you, ostensibly to carry groceries. The black cart matches the black boots, black pants, black trenchcoat, and shock of short crimson hair. Despite your dedicated preservation of the goth aesthetic well into the 21st century, I do grin at the sensible practicality suggested by the grocery cart. After all, everyone needs some fresh vegetables in their lives. Everyone.