“Justin Bieber?” Jordan laughed.
“I think Miguel means Eminem, maybe, or Robin Thicke.” Jeanette offered, in spite of herself really.
“Whatever.” Jordan left, tottering a little on heels in spite of the dignity she was trying to assume, and that was the decision made.
***
Miguel spent the rest of the night bitching about Jordan, her choice of club, and her preference of music. It was the first time Jeanette had seen him properly upset about anything. She tried initially to make small talk with Peter instead, but couldn’t help wondering whether Miguel had a point – but then, Jordan had a point too. And Jeanette blamed herself for not having been able to do anything to keep them from arguing, and Jordan had left and everything had turned a bit s**t. Plus, the guys here were definitely ra
