He expected Abigail to point and laugh at him at the very least. But she didn’t. Either she was too polite, which was possible, or genuinely interested in the question, which he very much doubted. ‘Oh,’ she said, putting the straw back in her smoothie and licking her lips, which Jack pretended not to notice, ‘you know. Just stuff I hear. Alphabeat are good to dance to and I like Brandi Carlile. She’s good. Fall Out Boy. Bowling For Soup, you know, the usual. But I’ve been listening to some really old school stuff too like Nirvana? You know them?’ ‘Yeah,’ said Jack smiling. Who didn’t? And she liked them too. Result. ‘What about you?’ She was asking him. What did he do? Tell the truth and risk ridicule? Lie and be caught out? He looked at her. She had big brown eyes and straight, bobbed brown hair. She was wearing make-up but it had been expertly applied. And she had a great, slim figure. She looked way older than fourteen. She looked way older than him. ‘Oh, you know … Nirvana, yeah course.
