‘Do you want me to show you?’ she asks, and the way she says it is like a peace offering. They haven’t seen each other all day – Duke hasn’t even spotted if she’s been on set or not – and when they said goodnight after their date it was terse. Almost unfriendly. Duke had wanted to alleviate the pressure of pretending once they were back at the hotel. He didn’t need a jovial friend hug again. He knows where he stands.

‘You don’t have to,’ he tells her. ‘I should probably get back to the hotel anyway.’

‘Don’t wanna risk those eye bags?’ she quips, and Duke pulls a face like well what can ya do?

She looks at him – like really, properly looks at him. It makes Duke uncomfortable. What is she thinking? Does she pity him somehow? She’s such a tough nut to crack. It’s ironic: he’s desperate to be seen, and she’s an expert at hiding.

‘Come on,’ she says. ‘Another half hour won’t kill you. It’s worth the late bedtime, I promise you. And besides, I want to.’

She takes another swig of whisky and offers the flask back to him.

‘I can choose sleep deprivation or a hangover.’ Duke smiles. ‘But I can’t do both.’ She tucks it back into her pocket. They walk.

Evie is right about the amazing view. They hike in silence, climbing a set of steep steps and then rounding a corner and winding between some bigger, more luxurious houses until they find themselves in a clearing beside a small stone square with a statue of a man on a horse. There’s a wall, and Duke assumes that at the other side of it is a steep drop, because the closest thing he can see is the river, far below – its promenade lit up with wrought-iron lamp posts glowing amber – and across the way an expanse of winding streets just about visible because of more streetlamps. It’s quiet, and Duke finds solace in that. His brain moves at a million miles an hour but, right now, a shot of bourbon in his veins and his lungs working hard after the climb, the peace extends through his ears into his entire body. He takes a big breath.

‘Same,’ Evie says, softly, moving to rest her forearms on the wall. Duke mirrors her.

Eventually, Duke says, ‘So the missing of your mum – you okay now?’

‘Oh yeah,’ she says, ‘I’m fine. I’m so fine.’

Duke smirks. ‘So says every fine person in the land. I’m totally buying it. You’re fine.’