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‘Research. It could be interesting.’
    ‘I can think of better things to research,’ I said. It wasn’t like Owen to be into something like this. He usually took the scientific approach to life. Maybe he and I
didn’t have so much in common after all.
    The door to the café opened to our right and Tash nudged me. ‘Don’t look now but. . .’ Course Effy and I immediately swung round to see who’d walked in.
    Finn O’Brady
    I turned away quickly. So uncool to be seen ogling, no matter how much I wanted to. Not Effy though. She carried on staring. I saw Finn notice her and he turned his back as if he didn’t
want to be seen. He bought a drink then slid into the only place available, which was a table across from us.
    ‘I’m going to speak to him,’ Effy said and got up.
    I tugged on her arm. ‘No. Leave him. He probably just wants to blend in. It must be so tiresome being recognised wherever he goes.’
    Effy pulled away and went over to Finn’s table. ‘Hi,’ she said. ‘I just wanted to say that I,’ she pointed to the rest of us who were all trying to assume
indifference but were listening in at the same time, ‘I mean we, we all think your band is brilliant.’
    I couldn’t resist looking to see his reaction. He flashed Effy a killer-watt smile. ‘Thanks,’ he said then looked down and stirred his drink. Anyone with an ounce of
sensitivity would have taken his body language to mean, Thanks, now move on. Effy, however, has the sensitivity of a dead dog.
    ‘Do you get fed up of people recognising you?’ she persisted.
    Finn looked up again, shrugged and smiled, weakly this time. ‘Part of the job.’ I thought he looked trapped because he glanced around as if seeking an exit. He was so good-looking,
it was hard not to stare. Stands out from the crowd , I thought as I tried to drag my eyes away but didn’t succeed. Totally my type, as Effy would say.
    Luckily Effy, Tash and I all have different taste in boys. Dave is tall and pale – he looks like he lives underground which is probably because when he’s not with Tash, he rarely
comes out into the light and spends his time in his basement on his computer playing sci-fi games. Tash thinks he’s deep and mysterious. I think the words ‘a bit gormless’ are
more apt, but each to their own. Tash hangs on his every word. She probably has to because he doesn’t say that many. Mark’s medium height and cute in a Harry Potter way with glasses and
dark hair that has a will of its own. He can’t quite believe his luck in having someone as pretty as Effy as a girlfriend, which is probably a good thing because she bosses him around
something rotten. Because he’s so in awe of her, he obeys without question. Owen’s sweet-looking, though he’d hate to hear himself described that way. Like Effy, he has an open,
friendly face with a wide mouth that’s often smiling. Finn however is in a league of his own. Probably full of himself , most mega handsome boys are , I thought as his eyes
scanned the café. He saw me looking at him. I didn’t want him to think I was another on his long list of his admirers (even though I was), so I got up, seized Effy by the neck of her
shirt and tugged her away.
    ‘Excuse my friend,’ I said to Finn. ‘We don’t let her out often because she doesn’t know how to behave in public. Do you, Effy? Come on now, sit back down.
It’s time for your medication.’
    By now, most of the café was staring and Finn laughed. ‘Hey, it’s cool . . . Don’t I know you from somewhere?’
    I blushed. ‘Er . . . yes. I’m part of the Chillaxin team. I’ve been to a few of the meetings.’
    Finn nodded. ‘Oh yeah. Course. In fact, we should have another meeting soon. We need some new, original ideas for articles for the next edition.’
    ‘And I saw you play on the Heath yesterday.’
    ‘Oh yeah,’ he said and pointed at my jacket. It was the one I was wearing yesterday. ‘I like the way you dress. So you saw