‘I’m pretty sure they’re gay.’ I laughed.

‘Ooohhh,’ she replied and we both laughed. We all had a sip of beer and almost immediately, I heard, ‘Strike a pose.’

Marie and I squealed like schoolgirls. ‘Madonna!’ we yelled together. We put our beers on the table and she grabbed my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor – well, the giant open space in the centre of the room with no one in it – where we each struck a pose. Gary followed right behind his wife.

And then there was Josh, camping it up like the rest of us. As the music kicked in and we took up as much of the dance floor as we wanted, I was gobsmacked to discover that Josh was a really good dancer. I mean, scarily good. Like, ‘guy who goes to clubs a lot’ or ‘professional dancer’ good.

I shouted over the music. ‘You’re a really good dancer.’

‘You too!’ he replied, then did a little hip manoeuvre that was particularly sexy.

‘I’m kind of surprised.’ Good one, Sarah – not insulting at all. Josh’s response was to laugh.

‘Oh yeah?’

I shook my head, aware that I’d been rude. Why was I so mystified by his dancing prowess – just because he was a geeky tech guy? Maybe he went to clubs a lot – we hadn’t really covered that.

‘I used to take lessons.’ What? Did he say that he used to take dance lessons?

‘Really?’ I was impressed we were having a conversation and Vogueing – well, I might add – but part of my mind was stuck on the whole ‘dance lessons’ thing.

‘Yes, really. I wanted to be like old-school Michael Jackson – you know, like from ‘Thriller’ days – so my mom put me in dance lessons.’

‘Wow. How old were you?’

‘I guess I was about ten when I started.’

‘Well, that was, like, nearly twenty years ago.’ Now I was sceptical. Was he just taking the piss?

‘Yeah, but I studied for eight years.’ I stopped dancing.

‘You studied dance for eight years?’

He kept dancing. I kept standing. ‘Yep. Contemporary, jazz, hip-hop. Gave it up when I went to college. But, I still like to dance.’ He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me in close. His hips kept moving, and then mine were moving, and we were pretty much dirty dancing in the middle of an empty dance floor in Greece. Somewhere in the background, Marie woo-hooed and I guessed it was meant for us.

Josh was a dancer. Who would have thought?

The vivid memory of the dancing made me smile. ‘I still can’t believe you’re such an amazing dancer.’

He chuckled softly, his chest moving under my cheek. ‘Oh, I’m full of surprises.’