He liked Tom Petty.
On the night they met she bailed him out of a bogus gaol.
She was a fake whore (it was for some cheesy fund-raiser) and he took her number, written in smudgy eye-liner on the back of his hand.
One afternoon, as they watched television, he pointed at the clock and told her she could make a wish.
Later he kissed her, and as she hurried back for geography she thought about the red numbers: 2:22