"Follows you?" She wondered how that could happen, since Simon was always the one doing the observing. "He likes you in his own, weird fucked up away. Don't worry about him. He's a prick." These were all things everyone knew of Nathan; wanker, tosser, prick.

"Tonight sounds good," she gave him a small smile, shifting the conversation away from the pervert and to the more significant matter at hand. "You want the others to come?"