Taylor's height meant she wasn't easy to pick out of a crowd, but Jack had the advantage of arriving earlier and being able to knife through the crowd of teenagers like a hot invisible knife through butter. He found Taylor by the expedient of simply looking for her until he stumbled across her. "Hi, Taylor," he said from behind her, grinning when she turned around. He was wearing a charcoal-grey sweater and black slacks, an absurd cloth cap on his head. "I went retro tonight," he said with a little laugh. "Classic golf stylings. Nice to see you."