Leah and Chris were as surprised as anyone else to find themselves together. Perversely, the deal-clincher was the disastrous sex. On the night of the roller-disco, Chris was too drunk and too wounded to engage in anything more complex than a kiss, so Leah put him to bed on the sofa in the sitting room with his arm propped up on the coffee table. Their next date was a quieter affair: a gastro-pub supper followed by drinks at a little-known jazz club. Boo's Basement had been recommended to Chris by Andre Fillion, a fellow Riflesman and Miles David enthusiast. Hours of aimless improvisation, with no lyrics or power chords to speak of, was hardly Chris's idea of a good night out.