“Unicorns are out! Chick-flicks are a maybe if there is at least comedy, but no full-on soppy bull. I don’t think I can handle you crying your eyes out to another Channing Tatum movie while I have to sit and endure it.” Arrick pours us coffee, despite the machine not being finished, and the smell fills the whole open-plan space warmly.

“His wife lost all memory of even knowing him. How did that not make you cry? It’s like if I woke up tomorrow and didn’t even know who you ...