Davy looked vaguely awkward at all of Sue's italics. He supposed that calling her 'that girl' hadn't been the most tactful decision, but to be fair, Davy had never hailed himself as a spokesperson for good manners.
"That's cool," he said, glad for a change of subject at her mention of school. "I'm Davy. Davy Gudgeon," he added, shaking her hand firmly. (This was 1979, man. Boys and girls could shake hands. Hand-kissing was for the Victorians, or something.) "So, you know anybody aside from Lavinia here?"