‘What you got there?’ he asks, nodding towards my lunch.

‘Prickly pear San Pellegrino and San Carlo crisps.’

‘Ooh, nice,’ he replies. ‘I haven’t had potato chips in a long time. I’ve been on a diet.’

‘Yeah, so have I,’ I tell him. ‘That’s why I’m eating them now. The diet is officially over.’

‘I’m on vacation, right? I should be allowed some chips.’

‘Do you want some?’ I ask.

I watch him ponder whether or not it’s a good idea. A mischievous look spreads across his face. You can tell he wants to say yes.

‘Don’t let me lead you astray,’ I quickly add. ‘I only wanted one bag but they only sold twin packs.’

‘You sound mad about that,’ he says, furrowing his brow.

‘Yeah, I wouldn’t normally be mad about bonus crisps,’ I admit. ‘It’s just this bloody place.’

‘Well, you seem like you need a chat and I seem like I need some chips, so I will join you,’ he says, before hurrying out of the pool like an excited little kid.

I wasn’t technically asking him to join me, I was just going to give him some of my surplus crisps. I can’t really bring myself to hurt his feelings, now that he’s sat down on the sunlounger next to me.

‘So, why are you so upset you got a good deal on some potato chips?’ he asks as he opens the bag.

I catch myself staring at the droplets of water rolling down his body and I tell myself off. His eyes are up there, Lila. His cool, sexy blue eyes…

‘It was just the last straw today,’ I tell him. ‘I got up earlier, I had a real spring in my step, I was excited for the day ahead.’

‘And then?’ Freddie asks between mouthfuls.

‘I thought I’d get a massage, except I can’t because I’m single,’ I tell him. ‘Thought I’d go for a bike ride but, nope, I can’t, because I’m single. All the sports – not that I even want to play any – but they’re all doubles sports, for couples!’

‘I know!’ he replies enthusiastically. ‘This is exactly what I’ve been up against since I got here. All I can do is hang out here, swim, go to the beach, visit the bars. I wanted some peace and quiet, but I suppose I’ve got too much here.’

‘We’re worthless because we’re here solo,’ I tell him.

‘We’re not worthless,’ he replies. ‘But I take your point.’

‘I thought I’d be able to go on my honeymoon on my own and have fun, but without my fiancé… I can’t do anything. I’m starting to think that’s going to be a theme, moving forwards.’

‘What happened with your fiancé?’ he asks, before adding quickly, ‘If you don’t mind my asking.’

‘We were supposed to be getting married – in a matter of minutes actually. I was buzzing, nothing was going to get me down. My niece lost her flowers and I said I’d go and get them for her, rather than trust anyone else with it – I figured they’d get distracted or lost, or something. I didn’t want to leave anything to chance, so I made sure I had full creative control over everything. I managed everything on the day… The only thing that wasn’t my responsibility was Daniel, my fiancé. All he had to do was put on his suit and turn up. Oh, and I suppose be honest and faithful and not shag our friend.’