Freddie pauses to sip his drink. He kisses me on the head before he continues.

‘I’m so thankful for the role, and to be financially comfortable, for myself and my family, but I never realised quite how lonely I would feel.’

‘You are on holiday on your own,’ I remind him.

‘Being alone and being lonely are two very different things,’ he tells me. ‘My life isn’t my own any more. I can’t grab a coffee without getting mobbed; people talk to me in the shower at the gym. Women are 100 per cent not interested in me at all – they think they’re flirting with Edward. I think that’s why we hit it off so quickly. At first I thought you didn’t care who I was… but then, when I realised you didn’t know, for the first time it felt like I could be myself, and that whether you loved me or hated me, it would be for me, not my job.’

‘And I was awful to you at first,’ I point out. ‘Well, from the day after anyway. I’m so sorry.’

‘You weren’t yourself,’ he reminds me. ‘You were hurt. You were also naked.’

‘Yeah, I was just so embarrassed,’ I admit. ‘But I’m still sorry.’

‘That’s okay,’ he replies. ‘All is well that ends well.’

As I finish the last of my hot chocolate his words bounce around in my head. All is well that ends well – is this the end? The end of the beginning, perhaps. But what happens now?

‘You know how Arnold was blatantly talking about Jen and Kevin today – the Lord of the Rings couple,’ I remind him.

‘As though I could forget those two.’ He laughs. ‘But, yes, go on.’

‘What do you want to do? How do you see your future playing out? The version that doesn’t end with you being angry at your wife for not taking you on holiday to Mordor.’

‘One does not simply go on holiday to Mordor,’ Freddie jokes, in a northern accent far more convincing than his cockney. ‘What was it Arnold said? They were obsessing over the road less travelled? The road most often travelled is the one that appeals to me. Wife, kids, dog, house, soccer mom car.’

‘Can movie stars have that?’ I ask. ‘Won’t you be travelling the world?’

‘Well, I’ve been having trouble meeting girls who don’t march up to me and ask me to choke them,’ he jokes, although I suspect there is quite a lot of truth in it. ‘I don’t know. That’s how I ended up here. I panicked and ran away. Told Marty I needed a vacation – he said two weeks, which I guess is why he’s here now, trying to drag me back. I don’t know, when you turned up… I just didn’t want to leave. You make me feel normal.’

‘Wow, thanks.’ I laugh.

‘Not by comparison,’ he insists, but I already knew that. In a weird way, as surreal as all this is, he makes me feel normal too.