Contrast

There was a white boy with iffy skin, and shortish (no more than an inch), dark, spiky hair. Clearly, he was well acquainted with product. He was playing with his sparkly phone, bits of which kept lighting up. On his head, a yarmulke large enough to stay in place without (obvious) bobby pins.

Further along the car, a very light complected girl day-dreamed, her hair piled into a big pink cap. It was crocheted (or knitted?) with a wide bill. Tendrils escaped it from below, neutral mousy brown. Hands idle, seated and chewing gum.

Seated and standing, kippoch and cap.