He lights another fag as soon as she's gone, and takes his time with his drink. It's raining a bit out there. Typical.

He's still looking for Shaz too, but he doesn't think she's going to turn up. Can't blame her, really. Left to himself, he's lock himself in with a crate of Scotch, and only come up for refills.

This is fine. They can do this. It'll be fine.