‘Not really. But they like it. They think I’m cute.’

‘You are cute,’ he teases.

‘And I, in turn, adore them.’

‘They are adorable,’ Harry says. ‘Exhausting, at times. But adorable.’

I take the opportunity to make my final fact-check. ‘Have you ever been particularly adoring of any one, or indeed both of them, at any point?’ I ask. The cocaine is making me bold. Or I’m so comfortable with Harry? I do find it so easy to talk to him. Thus, on this matter, I have to know if Harry has any unresolved feelings. The girls, clearly not. But I want to know where Harry stands with them.

Harry stares into my eyes, into my yearning pools of bluey-violet for just that little bit too long. ‘Are you okay?’ he asks me. ‘Gracie, can I get you some water?’

I’m not overly bothered that Harry skirted the question. I was, perhaps, being too comfortable. His history is none of my business. And it doesn’t matter. All that matters is: what is Harry playing at with me? ‘Never mind. But, I need to talk to you about something.’ I bat my lashes, hoping he gets my point – I’m being seductive.

‘I’m listening.’

‘Jordan and I broke up today.’

‘Oh.’

‘We had to, really.’

‘That sounds… ominous.’

I was rather hoping for more. Also, I think the cocaine is wearing off. I don’t feel as euphoric. Actually, I feel a little panicked. Like it’s fight or flight. And I don’t want to flee right now. Not from Harry.

‘There’s a not-so-pleasant twist, but…’ I also don’t want to talk about Jordan. ‘Bottom line is, we made each other miserable. I want to be happy.’

‘You deserve to be happy,’ Harry assures me, giving my waist a squeeze. Swooning at his touch, I sway in my seat, prompting him to repeat, ‘I think you need some water.’

‘I’d like to dance,’ I say. I don’t know where that came from. I wanted to sit here and list all the ways Harry makes me happy. Why I’ve fallen madly in crush with him. I’m unsure where the idea that we should cease our tete-de-tete and hit the dancefloor sprung from, frankly. Perhaps because it’s how I got Jordan – a trusted icebreaker to move from talking to something more?

‘I don’t dance,’ Harry laughs. ‘The girls will love to.’ He looks around the room for them.

‘Dance with me, Harry,’ I say, rising from my seat and pulling him by his hand.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Harry stands, but he doesn’t budge further.

I’m teetering precariously in Faith’s boots. ‘Come on, you know you want to.’ I don’t recognise the song, but the DJ is playing a banging tune. The room starts spinning.

Oh dear, those laser light beams aren’t great in my eyes.