Rachel decided it was going to be a girls’ night in. Jayden wasn’t sure he appreciated the presumption that he was, therefore, a girl, but he did appreciate the Thai takeaway she ordered in bulk, the stack of DVDs that would have had Darren running out of the house screaming, and the insistence, the moment he got back from work, that he changed into his pyjamas, crack open a lager, and put his feet up.
“There’s no serious shite tonight!” Rachel sang up the stairs when he was chased away to change, and Jayden had actually laughed.
So here they were, feet up on the coffee table, watching Dogma (Rachel had a weird asexual crush thing—she called it a ‘squish’, God knew why—on Matt Damon, which Jayden personally found to be utterly unfathomable) and gnawing their way through generous helpings
