Alain was walking hurriedly to a lecture, talking to Hannah on his mobile.

"Why don't you ask Mal?" complained Hannah.

"I did. He's always rehearsing these days. Man, he's never around. You'd think he was playing with Oasis or something."

"Oasis?"

"Oh, whoever. Man, rock 'n' roll's not my scene, I don't know who the big bands are these days."

"Funny" said Hannah, "I always pictured you in your P.J.s with a bowl of cereal in your mitts watching Video Hits on a Saturday morning."

"Uh . . ."

"Ogling Brittney Spears."

"Oh, right, yeah. No, not me mate." Alain frowned to himself. "So anyway, what about it? You doing anything Saturday night?"

"I dunno . . . What about tomorrow instead?"

"Nah, family dinner."

"Blow it off!"

"Can't" said Alain. "It's Easter! Anyway, I gotta hit the olds for some cash."

"You're such a lazy bastard!" said Hannah.

"Well it's a good thing I'm not trying to impress you then, isn't it?"

Hannah sighed in a kind of exasperation. "Is absolutely everything you do related to getting laid?"

"Hey, look who's talking!" laughed Alain. The silence on the other end of the line gave him immense satisfaction.

Eventually Hannah spoke again: "So when are you gonna get a job, anyway?"

"Man, you sound like my parents. I don't have time for a job! I'm studying full time."

"Mate, sitting in the back of the lecture theatre checking out the girls in front of you is not studying."

"It's a kind of studying" pointed out Alain. "So are you on for Saturday then?"

Hannah sighed. "Yeah, fine. I've gotta work all day anyway, so I'll need a drink."

"Cool. So . . ." Alain heard a noise that sounded distinctly like Hannah's hand slapping against her forehead.

"Honestly, do I have to organise everything?" she complained. "Look, meet me on the corner of Collins and Elizabeth at 9 o'clock. And I won't hang around forever for you either, so be on time for once. Fashionably late's for dickheads."