‘I don’t mind. I quite like it. I’ve done a lot of squats so I kind of like people looking at my arse. Actually, I want people to look at it. I want people to queue up and buy tickets to fucking worship it.’

I had him laughing then, loud and unabashed, head back. And if I thought his smile was great, his laugh was glorious. Like Christmas bells.

It had all gone a little bit too Kate Hudson for my liking.

We got onto the less important shit like our favourite colours, swear words and best/worst movies. His were yellow, motherfucker and Saving Private Ryan but he couldn’t think of a worst movie.

‘What’s yours?’

‘The Devil Wears Prada,’ I replied. ‘No question.’

He laughed. ‘Why?’

‘Ugh, I just hate it. Everything about it irks me. Like, if I worked for a woman like that I’d be lacing her coffee with arsenic and shitting in her bed. Minimum. But Hathaway puts up with it.’

He delighted in my irk and I couldn’t help comparing him to Craig. He’d have told me to shut up or ignored me until I’d finished. Raf seemed to find me fascinating. ‘What else don’t you like about it?’

‘I hate her unsupportive curly boyfriend. I hate that whole glow-up makeover montage. I hate that speech Streep does about the colour of the jumper. I hate that mean Mary Poppins bitch. I hate that smug Mentalist guy. I hate that she leaves the steak. The whole thing sucks endless ass.’

‘But it’s got a positive ending, right? She goes on to better things.’

‘Yeah right at the end though. You have to sit through an eternity of chronic Ugh to get to that bit.’

He chuckled. ‘I see what you mean. So what’s your favourite movie?’

‘Rocky.’

‘No hesitation. Why that one?’

‘Reminds me of my dad. He was a boxer. He died, a few years ago now.’

‘Shit, I’m sorry.’

‘I adored him. Daddy’s little girl. I don’t have much family left so… when Uncle Tenoch said I could come out here for a few months and help him on his… farm, I jumped at the chance.’

‘You like it here?’

‘I do,’ I said. ‘Well, I do when my uncle doesn’t invite his stupid friends over for constant beer nights and belching competitions. I like it down here though. The people are so friendly. And the men are so hot.’

‘So you’re on the prowl, are you?’

‘No, I’m simply appreciative of male beauty. Before they open their fucking mouths and ruin it.’

‘I’m glad I found you again.’

‘I came down a few times and went to Salomé’s gallery to look for you.’

‘I came down here too, in January. And again in February when she moved premises, I came to help and—’