I’m no expert, but it doesn’t look particularly like a collector’s item. Linh stands on her tiny tiptoes to help Justin take it down from the wall. He strums a painful chord or two before sitting back down to give the strings a much-needed tuning.

Once the guitar’s in better shape, one bold strum alerts everybody to the beginning of ‘A Hard Day’s Night’. Justin kicks off the singing and Linh claps as the Dutch couple join in. I don’t think Justin is a singer, but his voice is pleasant, similar to how he speaks – low and gentle, effortless. He doesn’t show off, hold notes too long or anything; he just watches his fingers move about the strings. I find myself singing along, too.

Only a handful of other customers are in the restaurant. Two pay up and leave, and the others – three young female backpackers – come and sit closer with their shared bottle of wine. ‘She Loves You’ is next on the list; we all sing, taking a stab at random lyrics. Justin seems able to hold the fort though: his knowledge of the correct lyrics is even better than mine. Linh brings over more bottles of beer and I order a bottle of wine, the same as the backpackers are drinking, and invite them to help themselves.

Justin leans close to me, whispers into my ear.

‘What’s your favourite?’

I tell him, ‘In My Life’.

He spends a minute or two tuning up the guitar a little better. The backpackers tickle the toddler, who is enjoying taking the pages out of the menus, and the Dutch couple have a private moment doing their own small toast. Linh is clearing tables.

Justin plucks the opening notes of my favourite Beatles song and after repeating the sequence again, he looks up and catches my eye. Naturally, I start to sing. It’s fun and rather daring, but not completely out of my comfort zone. I’m a drama graduate, remember, although I was more suited to being in the ensemble than a soloist. The fact that I’m merry, and fuzzy from a hangover that’s now mellowed into a sweet haze, helps my confidence. Others sway and listen, but nobody else joins in. The round of applause at the end is both comforting and excruciating.

‘You are a good singer!’ the Dutch lady says.

Justin puts his arm around me and pulls me towards him with a well done shake. I expect him to ruffle the top of my hair like I’m a kid he’s proud of, but thank God, he doesn’t.