Saturday
Aislen had never been to a drive-in cinema before. She had thought them relics of the past, but it made a crazy kind of sense that Havermouth had one, and that it was wildly popular. Even though they were early, and the sky wasn’t even dark, they had to queue for ages to enter.
The car next to them was part of a convoy of cars overflowing with young men from the local university, by the matching grey sweatshirts printed with the logo of a fraternity in blue and yellow. They were playing music loudly, drinking beer, and smoking weed as if they had no fear of the law.
One of the quieter men met Aislen’s eyes through the car window and smiled. He didn’t possess the beauty of the Triquetra, but he had a nice face, a heavy fall of brunette hair that set off his light blue eyes and
