She was pretty.

And different. He liked that. She was wearing an Eskimo costume to The Bronze, he'd never seen someone do that before. She had wide owlish eyes which gave her a surprised expression. He could spot auburn hair peeking out of her thick hood.

He asked Devon who she was, he had too.

Oz shook his head, that wasn't who he was talking about.

Not the girl in the centre of the room, but the girl off to the side, the pretty one, the one who looked kind. Oz was feeling a pull he had never felt before.