I can feel him looking at me, and I dare a quick glance over, one short enough I hope won't make me fall, but he looks happy enough. It's hard to say with that helmet. "Saturday then?" I ask. Fuck, I'm probably meant to have something nice to wear. I wonder if I can study Baz's closet without him noticing.

"When did you know?" I ask. "I mean, that you were into blokes? Is it only blokes?"