"Nice to meet you, Greta," says Iman with a big smile. The cops are pulling up behind them, and she tosses a wave over her shoulder. They tolerate her, and they know the drill. She ignores them as they gather up her catch, happy to keep her attention on Greta.

"Are you sure you're all right?" she says conversationally. Not that she seems overly shaken up, by anything other than Iman herself. But it's as good an excuse as any to continue chatting her up. "Maybe you'll let me get you a drink."