“I can’t believe you don’t know who the Arctic Monkeys are. They are the most superior band of all time,” he says, revealing a more passionate and less asshole-ish side. I roll my eyes, suppressing a smile. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that you’re also a fan of Nickelback.” He shakes his head in disbelief, his crooked grin evident. “I won’t be shamed for my music choices by someone who probably listens to Hannah Montana.”
