Ray

Val asked Ray if he'd care to come round to the shop with her, that she was going in for a message that would take no more than five minutes, ten max.
Would he? 
He would in his bollix. He knew full well that she'd be at least half an hour, more likely a full one. 
But he didn't give a shite. He would stay here in the passenger seat, listening to Lyric FM, sucking in the last few rays before the start of the 8 month long winter. 
Ray loves his rays. If he is to be totally honest, he loves Val too. But he loves his Lyric and rays even better. They are rarer. 
Less in your face.