John waved at Irene, a girl he had met a little bit back. He had met her one day in Zenith and they had stayed friends, grabbing a bite to eat every time she was in , the city. He waved her over, smiling at her. His friends eyed him suspiciously, wondering who this newcomer was that he was inviting over, but he ignored them. He had been listening to the T.V. and it sounded like they were stuck.