“I don’t need friendly.” I point out seriously, eyes on him and how he’s stood. All hard angles of lounging male and a little too much muscle on show in semi-fitted clothes. It does weird things to my stomach that is not wholly bad, but they do not feel great either. It feels like crazy little insects are running around and having themselves a party.

“Everyone could use friends, even just one.” He watches me with that infuriating smile that’s starting to lose its ...