Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice (you’ll make it now) (Falling Slowly, Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova)
Serena resists rolling her eyes for the umpteenth time in as many minutes. Manages to hide her grimace and snort behind a hair tuck and a throaty chuckle, quite successfully if Mr….what’s his name? Handsy anaesthetist, not-Edward’s broad, lecherous grin is anything to go by. She sighs and turns her head away when their other conversational companion picks up the thread, and manages to pin Edward with a death glare. He shrugs his shoulders, throws her a look of completely insincere apology, then a thumbs up that makes her want to stick them up his own arse, dry.