“You didn’t notice her? Milo’s a jobbing model, but you don’t notice her.” Angel shook her blonde head, laughing at him. So why the hell did he ever notice her at all, if Milo. who was a close friend of Angel’s was a racehorse, then Angel was the dumpy goat they kept in the paddock to keep it company. Her tiny frame and blonde hair, belied her huge voice and stage presence, but off stage she tended to be quiet and shy, opening up only when she knew you well.
Angel leaned towards him to pick up her beer as he turned to face her. “I’d been out with Erin...there was tequila...I got a bit weepy and forgot I’d moved the guitar so Erin could sit on my bed to get changed... fell over it.” She blushed. “I’m glad Jess is OK...and you look tired to be honest.”