Charlie Buckton prided herself on playing the best music in her restaurant so it was to her disgust that when she walked in that evening she heard a load of electrical buzzing. She stormed up to the bar, and demanded a change of music.

"Well, what would you prefer us to play? This is the music of the minute." Angelo replied defensively

"I don't care if this is the music of the minute, of the month or of the year, it sounds like a fuse has exploded, set on fire and has combined with a cat squawking in the rain. We're changing it." Charlie finished definitely. "Hang on, where's Darryl? I looked at the schedule and he was on for tonight."

"He's downstairs looking through the music collection. Apparently, he's not a fan of the music of the minute either," Angelo shook his head in annoyance. Charlie turned around and walked in the direction of the stairs but turned back to pull out the plug from the back of the sound system to the cries of Angelo. Flashing him a wide smile she carried on going downstairs.

"Hey, you weren't such a big fan of the music either then?" Darryl laughed as she reached where he was standing, next to 3 huge cabinets filled with cd's.

"Well, it wasn't exactly to my taste, no. You found anything good?"She asked.

"Yeah some of the stuff is really great. Kind of varied though, whose music is this?" Darryl replied, smiling.

"It's mine actually, well I don't know whether Angelo has added to it in my absence but the majority of it is mine." Seeing the bemused expression on his face, she added "I have a lot of moods okay."

"I can see that, Nirvana, Rihanna, Rage against the Machine, Oasis, Lady Gaga, Ellie Goulding, Fall out Boy, , Michael Buble" he replied laughing, "You've got enough cd's for the moods of every person in this whole country. Who do you want to listen to?"

"You know what, you can choose," she said smiling, "But you better not have really soppy taste though and choose some Whitney Houston power ballad."

"Don't worry that's not really my style. How about this one? God, I haven't heard this album in ages." He held the cd up so it was visible to her. She peered at it and then a look of recognition crossed her face.

"So, you're a fan of David Gray?" She asked taking the cd out of his hand.

"I love that album; I haven't heard it in ages though. Shall we give it a go?" He looked into her smiling face and then back at the cd.

"Yeah, lets" she replied, leading the way back up the stairs, "So which songs on it do you like?"

"Sail Away, it just reminds me of being young and free you know when we didn't have hordes of responsibility." He answered sincerely.

"No kidding, that's my favourite" she turned to look Darryl in the face and noticed that there were little flecks of green in his dark brown eyes. He ran a hand through his dark hair, smiling silently to himself as the pair reached the top of the stairs and stood there for a few seconds before being met by a very tipsy Leanne Jones.

"Hey Charlie, when did you get back? Oh hey Braxy, you played really well today."Her voice changed into a simpering, giggly voice that did not go unnoticed by either Charlie or Darryl. "What were you both doing down there? You sly thing Charlie." she laughed but the fakeness of it was clearly audible.

"I'll go put the music on, alright?" Darryl said eager to escape the clutches of an extremely giggly Leanne. Leanne Jones was a very pretty girl but she wasn't exactly renowned for her intelligence or sensitivity; she wasn't deliberately cruel but nobody could call her a saint. Charlie removed herself from the interrogation she sensed she was about to, and instead wandered over to see her best friend, Bianca Scott.

"Hey Bianca, did you miss me?" She asked giving her friend a hug. Charlie smiled at the sound of the music that had just spread over the room.

"Of course I did Charl, I see Leanne interrupted you and Darryl, you seemed pretty cosy." Bianca looked into her best friends face with a look of knowing on her face. "Is there something that you're not telling me?"

"There is no me and Darryl, we were just picking out some music. I want to keep my eye on him" she added.

"Why's that, want to make sure Leanne isn't taking him?" Bianca asked, prompting them both to turn around to face the bar where Leanne was praising Darryl on his efforts in the Rugby match emphatically. Charlie laughed in response.

"No, I'm not sure that I really trust him, there's something about him that's out of place" she said surveying him.

"Right, so you're telling me he's fair game?" Bianca asked.

"Why? Are you interested?" Charlie asked curiously.

"Well, you've got to admit, he's gorgeous isn't he? You can't say you wouldn't?" She answered, smiling.

"He's not bad I suppose." Charlie replied slowly.

"Not bad? He's gorgeous, admit it! I know that he's your taste, actually, I think he'd be pretty much to everyone's taste."

"Fine, he's very good looking but I'm not interested in him okay? He works here now so I'm going to be civil towards him but that's all. Just be careful around him, I really wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him and I don't want you to get hurt at all." she finally conceded.

"What? I'm not really interested in him, I just wanted to see your reaction, and you've never been very good at telling me what you're feeling." She admitted disapprovingly.

"Maybe that's because there's nothing tell" responded Charlie.

"Right, so you're not interested in him at all? Not even a little?" she asked a tone of disbelief in her voice.

"No, I'm not and if you don't mind I can see Ruby over there, so do you want to come over and say hi?" Charlie asked, changing the subject.

"Sure, want to go via the bar?" Bianca replied, laughing. Charlie shook her head in false irritation and joined in the laughter. She was sure that Bianca wasn't going to drop this subject anytime soon.

Darryl arrived early into work the next morning, deciding that the clear up of the night before would probably be quite a time consuming activity that would be best getting over with quickly. He was surprised that when he walked in he found both Charlie and Angelo already there, and having already started clearing up and were joking away. He noticed with, and though he didn't recognise it at the time, a pang of jealously that the pair looked exceptionally close. He'd heard the pair used to be together but he was sure he'd also heard that they'd broken up and weren't together anymore.

"Good morning Darryl, managed to escape the clutches of Leanne finally have you?" Charlie joked.

"How do you know I haven't just left her at home, asleep?" He asked, surveying Charlie's casual outfit. She was wearing a nice fitting pair of jeans, a tight white vest, a loose checked shirt and a pair of red converses, a contrast to the formal dress and sundress he'd seen her in previously. He couldn't work out who she really was; she seemed to be a different person every time he saw her.

"Did you?" She replied.

Darryl laughed, and walked straight towards her. He put his mouth to her ear so his words were only audible to her and said "Don't be jealous. Just say the word and you can take her space." Slapping Angelo on the back as a form of greeting, he picked up the black bags that were lined up at the bar and threw one over each shoulder and walked out the door.

"Are you sure he's not dangerous? The police don't like him Angelo." Charlie stated, resuming the conversation they were having before Darryl had walked in.

"Charlie, we've been over this, his family is pretty dodgy but he doesn't have a record and until he does something that tells me anything to the contrary I'm going to trust him" relaying the same argument.

"Fine, he doesn't have a record but he's got to be involved in some of the things his family is up to doesn't he? Look, you can't believe it's a coincidence that Joe Philips got pushed off the top of a hill two days after he called the police saying he had evidence of the Braxton family's illicit dealings?" Charlie asked.

"And what illicit dealings do you suppose these are?" A voice from the back of the room asked. Darryl had walked unnoticed into the room during Charlie's rant and had heard every word.

"Maybe you'd be better off answering that." Charlie replied, turning around to face him.

"You're a bit of a hypocrite aren't you?" He said, ignoring Angelo's hand gestures to shut up. "I mean you make a big thing of me calling you a little rich girl or whatever but you have no hesitations in judging me or my family. Maybe we're more alike than you thought."

"You and I are nothing alike. All I know is that I went away for six weeks and you've managed to weasel your way into my business. If I find out that anything about you is slightly illegal I will kick you out of here so fast that you won't even register it." She stated angrily. Charlie turned on her heel and stormed out of the restaurant, not looking back.

"What the hell was that mate?" Angelo asked angrily, "I thought I told you to behave".

"Well believe it or not, I don't take well to being spoken about behind my back. Does she even know why you hired me?"Darryl retorted.

"No and she's not going to find out. I just need you to stay away from her alright." Angelo answered. Darryl looked up at him, his turn to be irritated.

"Stay away from her? What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do?"

"I've seen you flirting with her and staring at her when no one else was looking, playing her favourite songs." Angelo responded.

"So what? You two aren't dating anymore are you, so what if I like her and she likes me?"

"Likes you? In the nicest possible sense, Charlie wouldn't come near you with a barge pole, she thinks you're trouble." He replied, hoping this would deter him.

"Well, luckily for me, girls like trouble and I'm sure Charlie would be looking for something a little bit less boring after you". Angelo moved towards Darryl as though he was going to punch him but managed to stop himself in time. "That's right, you don't want to punch me because I'll go and tell Charlie about your own little indiscretions and I'm sure that you don't want her finding out about them or your relationship with her would be completely destroyed wouldn't it?"

"If you hurt her..." Angelo started, but was unable to finish because Darryl had, in response to reading a text, walked out of the restaurant.