Daylight through a window that looked out on the city made Jena into a silhouette that stood with her back turned, gazing out on a lovely afternoon. “What"s this one called, again?” she asked with amusement in her voice.
Jack"s living room was a small space with a couch along one wall, an easy chair on the other and a coffee table between them. At the moment, a jangly indie-pop guitar riff came through the speakers he had hung on his walls. He wasn"t entirely sure why Jena wanted to hang out, but he didn"t mind the company.
Dressed in gray jeans and a black t-shirt, Jack sat on the couch with hands folded behind his head. “Gwen"s Revenge,” he said over the music. “They"re a new band out of Halifax. This is their debut.”
Jena tuned.
Her lips were curled into a small smile as she glanced
