‘I’m really sorry, Sarah. I should have got a bigger scooter. I mean, I’m not like a really experienced rider or anything, but I’ve at least done it a few times before – in Mexico.’

I needed to curb my embellishment of Josh’s riding, or Hannah was going to insist that she and Josh swap and she ride me around. ‘Oh, no. You don’t need to apologise. It’s all good – he’s getting better as the day goes on. It’s fine really. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it or anything.’ I’d gone from having a friendly chat to grovelling.

‘You know,’ said Hannah, interrupting my self-rebuke, ‘I’ve worked out who Josh reminds me of.’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah. He reminds me of my ex.’ Oh dear. ‘Maybe that’s why I haven’t really warmed to him.’ Yes, Hannah, that would explain it. I thought it best to get her mind away from Josh and onto something else.

‘So, what happened there? You haven’t really talked about it much,’ I inquired. She bit her lip. Oops. Retreat. Retreat. ‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to.’

‘No, it’s okay. I don’t mind talking about it. I guess the best way to explain it, is that he didn’t love me, and he was just using me for sex.’

‘Hannah, that’s awful!’

‘Yeah. He kept telling me he loved me and I would get all caught up in it, but it transpired that he didn’t. It never went anywhere. Actually, we never went anywhere. Literally.’

‘Like out?’ She nodded. ‘He never took you out?’ She shook her head. ‘Not even to the movies?’

‘Especially not to the movies. Not to dinner. Not anywhere.’ I was genuinely appalled. I also empathised. Her ex sounded a lot like mine.

‘What a prick,’ I replied, eloquently. Marie’s head popped up. I was talking too loudly. I lowered my voice. ‘Hannah, you know you didn’t deserve that, right?’

‘Thanks,’ she said weakly.

‘No, I mean it!’ I leaned closer. ‘You are a gorgeous, accomplished, smart woman. You deserve to be with someone who is proud of you and treats you well.’ In truth, I barely knew Hannah, and I was only making educated guesses about how wonderful she was, but I also knew that if I was on the other side of this conversation – and I had been too many times – I would want a pep talk.

‘Thanks, Sarah.’ She seemed to mean it. I’d done something right.

‘You know, even though he reminds you of your crappy ex, Josh is a good guy.’

She stared out at the view. ‘He probably is.’ She paused, and I waited. ‘I guess, I’m feeling a little left out with all the couples on board.’