‘Hold the door. I’m coming. I have to leave,’ he adds in afterthought and follows me, despite it being the last thing I want, and catches up to keep pace with me as I get to it with easy strides.

‘Where are you going?’ I ask to cover the awkwardness I feel around him now, and he pulls down his shades as the sun floods in from the open door as I yank it towards me. Looking all Playboy cover model like this, I shake my head to dislodge the giddy weirdness that comes over me ...