Jean and Ste sit at the dinner table. Ste generously wolfs down his lukewarm pasta and pesto sauce whilst Jean half-heartedly pokes hers around with a fork, miles away. She stares at the empty chair in which her   best friend used to sit and begins to think back on the times when she was here.

Jean pushes her bowl of untouched pasta off the table and onto the floor. The bright red sauce splattering across the white linoleum floor and the bowl breaking on impact. Jean gets up and storms out of the room, leaving Ste to sigh and mop his brow.

A few hours pass. Jean and Matt sit on the bedroom floor, sipping their drinks whilst the stereo plays quietly in the background.