"Fix it?" He gave the girl a funny look. "No. You...don't fix guitar strings. You take them off and replace them with new ones." And then make sure some thick Irish bastard doesn't adjust your pegs.

"I've got some in my room. I'll sort it out later." He wasn't going to take it off without a pair of pliers and those were up in his room along with a pack of strings he'd bought before the Christmas break.

Ciaran unplugged his headphones and put his guitar on the floor, leaning it against the sofa arm.

The girl was still sat there and now he had nothing to get back to doing. Fuck.

"I'm Ciaran. I think we have a class together."