Poppy was lounging on the couch, trying to find a comfortable pose. ‘How do you want me?’ she asked, trying to keep a straight face.

Norah shot her a look. ‘Preferably not smirking.’

‘Well, there goes my first idea,’ Poppy said, settling into a more relaxed position. ‘How’s this?’

Norah tilted her head, studying Poppy. ‘That’ll do. Try not to move too much.’

‘So, what’s the plan? Are you going to draw me like one of your French girls?’ Poppy asked.

Norah rolled her eyes, trying to cover her nervousness.

Poppy chuckled. ‘I still can’t believe you let me push you into this,’ she muttered.

‘I must honour the voucher I printed off from the internet,’ Norah told her.

Norah looked at her friend, taking in the details of her face. Her large, expressive, electric-blue eyes were the first thing you noticed, though her rose-coloured lips, with their fundamental cheekiness, were a close runner-up. It was not a bad face to have to stare at for an hour, all told.

‘Are you gonna draw me at some point?’ Poppy asked.

Norah realised she’d been staring at Poppy for a few minutes. ‘Let the dog see the rabbit, would you?’ Norah shot back, trying not to show her self-consciousness at getting called out.

They settled into a comfortable silence, Norah’s pencil moving swiftly across the paper.

‘So,’ Poppy said, breaking the silence. ‘When did you start drawing again?’

‘A couple of years ago,’ Norah replied without looking up. ‘I needed something to help me unwind. Turns out it’s pretty therapeutic. But I don’t do anything grand, just a little sketching now and again.’

‘I’m glad you picked it up again,’ Poppy said. There was a lot of sincerity in her tone. ‘You were good.’

‘I was just one of a million art kids,’ she said dismissively.

‘You weren’t,’ Poppy instantly replied. Her relaxed expression settling into something more concerned. ‘You had something.’

‘You’re remembering it through the fog of time,’ Norah told her.

‘Remember that mural you did for the school play? Everyone was blown away.’

Norah was amazed she’d remembered that. ‘Ah, yes, “The Magical Forest of Wondrous Wonders,”’ Norah laughed. ‘What a title. And what a fucking nightmare to paint.’

‘It was worth it. You made that production look like a Broadway show.’

‘You were in that show, right?’ Norah countered. ‘In the band?’

‘Yup.’

‘I remember you being like the only person who wasn’t fucking up half the notes.’

‘Oh, please,’ Poppy said, rolling her eyes. ‘I was off-beat half the time.’

‘You were not,’ Norah said firmly.

Poppy shifted awkwardly. ‘Well, thank you.’

Norah smiled, her eyes flicking up from the paper to meet Poppy’s. They fell into another silence.

‘Anyway,’ Norah said, breaking the silence this time. ‘How does it feel now that people know you were a pop star?’

Poppy scoffed. ‘Mostly like being a coffee shop manager.’

‘Do you ever miss it?’ Norah asked, curious.

‘I miss knowing what happened next,’ Poppy said plainly. ‘And that’s about it.’

That surprised Norah. ‘Really? Nothing about that time was fun?’

‘I was miserable,’ Poppy told her.

‘Then why did you do it?’ Norah asked.

Poppy sighed thoughtfully. ‘Because everyone kept telling me I was lucky to be offered the opportunity.’

‘It wasn’t luck. Anyone could see you were going to be a success one way or another.’

‘I don’t think that’s true,’ Poppy said with a frown.

Norah looked at her like she was bonkers. ‘You had star quality, Poppy.’

Poppy looked abruptly self-conscious. ‘It never felt that way.’

‘Well, you did. Do, actually,’ Norah found herself saying.

‘Oh, stop,’ Poppy said, waving her hand dismissively, the confident clown making a reappearance. ‘You’re just saying that because you have to look at my face for an hour.’

‘No, I mean it,’ Norah insisted. ‘It’s what made you a great performer.’

‘You saw me perform?’ Poppy asked, her eyes widening.

Norah felt like they’d strayed into tough territory. What was she going to tell Poppy that she’d taped Velvet Smack on Top of the Pops and watched it over and over in her darkest moments, her feelings bouncing between anger, grief, and occasionally, horniness?

‘You were on TV a lot at one time,’ Norah said in the most bored tone she could summon. ‘You couldn’t miss it.’

Poppy was staring at Norah in utter astonishment.

Norah felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine. ‘Can you go back to your original expression?’ Norah asked abruptly. ‘I need to add detail on your... philtrum.’

‘My what?’

‘The place between your nose and your mouth.’