[b][u]ARRAN WHITE[/u][/b]

“Ummm……” Arran looked at the boy, “Sure I guess” Before Luke pulled her attention away saying something along the lines of; “Arran, hey Arran, did you get me a coffee? When can we record the piano part? Do you think it will sound good? I’m hungry, can we get some food?” Arran grinned, “Yes, no, tomorrow, probably, maybe.” And Luke looking a little puzzled sat down to work out what she had meant. Glancing round the shop Arran saw a boy cuddling what to her looked like a doll. This intrigued her, most boys wouldn’t do that, and certainly not in public. The boy himself looked kinda young, round her age, with black hair and dark eyes she could just see. The boy looked lonely, Arran knew that expression well, it was similar to the one she often used to wear. Excusing herself from the table, Arran wove through the shop, before pulling out a chair and plopping down opposite the doll-cuddling boy. “Pardon the intrusion,” she said before she’d even finished sitting down, “It’s just that lot,” she gestured to her group of three, “are idiots, and you looked kinda lonely.”  She leaned her chin on her hands and her elbows on the table.“I’m Arran by the way.”