#Spotted While Roaming in Aotearoa New Zealand:

#Spotted While Roaming in Aotearoa New Zealand:

A man (30s?) is drawing big chalk love hearts on the pavement in front of his tattoo shop. A friend calls out a hello and he pauses to give her a welcoming smile.
Pink chalk streaked across his cheek but he doesn't seem to mind.

A tall and lean bar owner (30s?) gazelle-runs after a customer who has left their jacket on their chair.
Long legs eating up the pavement. They've got a head start, but she's a runner and she'll catch them!

A couple (60s?) are sitting on a bench at the seaside, companionably chatting.
Her hijab is fluttering against his shoulder in the breeze.
He's placidly puffing a pipe through a majestic bushy moustache.
Tweed flat cap firmly in place.
A waft of tobacco smoke in the air.

A very sweet, very big dog with a very big grin (pit bull cross rhinoceros?) is wandering from table to table in a quiet bar.
Getting pats everywhere he goes, tail wagging gently.
He's a good boy.

A pensive individual (20s?) is sitting deep in thought in a chill beer garden. A bunch of mathematics textbooks in front of them, a pen in hand.
Equations zooming across their notepad.
A pint of hazy beer at their elbow.
This is the way to study.

Any typos spotted in this post are currently hard at work on the home stretch of a novel. If typos spotted, please remind them to drink water and maybe top up their teapot every now and then. Caffeine is ruling the day!

#Spotted While Roaming in Aotearoa New Zealand:

A man (30s?) is drawing big chalk love hearts on the pavement in front of his tattoo shop. A friend calls out a hello and he pauses to give her a welcoming smile.
Pink chalk streaked across his cheek but he doesn't seem to mind.

A tall and lean bar owner (30s?) gazelle-runs after a customer who has left their jacket on their chair.
Long legs eating up the pavement. They've got a head start, but she's a runner and she'll catch them!

A couple (60s?) are sitting on a bench at the seaside, companionably chatting.
Her hijab is fluttering against his shoulder in the breeze.
He's placidly puffing a pipe through a majestic bushy moustache.
Tweed flat cap firmly in place.
A waft of tobacco smoke in the air.

A very sweet, very big dog with a very big grin (pit bull cross rhinoceros?) is wandering from table to table in a quiet bar.
Getting pats everywhere he goes, tail wagging gently.
He's a good boy.

A pensive individual (20s?) is sitting deep in thought in a chill beer garden. A bunch of mathematics textbooks in front of them, a pen in hand.
Equations zooming across their notepad.
A pint of hazy beer at their elbow.
This is the way to study.

Any typos spotted in this post are currently hard at work on the home stretch of a novel. If typos spotted, please remind them to drink water and maybe top up their teapot every now and then. Caffeine is ruling the day!