I could kiss him. ‘Yes, of course,’ I say, sitting down on the wheeled chair and pulling myself in towards the desk.

As soon as his back is turned, I click onto the live image of the bar in the top right corner of the screen and repeat what I’ve just seen him do, rolling the tape back ninety-six hours, to a time when my life was so much simpler.

It takes me a couple of minutes to find us, but as soon as I do, I almost wish I hadn’t.

Without sound, we look like any other couple walking into a bar for a hard-earned drink after a long day. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but my hand is on his arm, no doubt trying to reassure him that everything will be all right, but without context it looks like an intimate gesture between two people who are more than comfortable with each other.

I look up, knowing I haven’t got long before Andy gets back. I double up on the speed, watching Jacob down four whiskies in quick succession, and press play at the moment I had gone to stand up.

I watch, mortified, as the ‘will they, won’t they’ moment plays out on screen. If I didn’t know the outcome, I’d definitely put money on us heading to a hotel room beyond the security cameras.

The flash of intensity from Jacob, as he accused me of leading him on, only adds to the apparent sexual tension.

There’s no way I can let the police see this; not least because of what it looks like, but because I haven’t even told them I was here. Though now Andy knows I was. Shit.

I pick up the phone on the desk and dial reception.

‘Hello, this is room 328,’ I say. ‘I want a member of the managerial team up here right now. I’ve been waiting for my room service to be cleared for over half an hour.’

‘I apologize, madam,’ says the receptionist, making me feel wretched. ‘I’ll get that sorted for you immediately.’

‘I want to see the manager,’ I say.

‘Of course, I’ll send him up straight away.’

The damning video is stuck on freeze-frame, Jacob’s hand interlocked with mine. It’s just a moment, like all those frozen moments we pore over online, when we’re convinced we’re witnessing a new celebrity coupling. Though if we were to press play, it would be a man chivalrously holding a door open for a woman he’s never met before as they arrive separately to an event, caught in the lens of a desperate photographer.

That’s all this is, I say to myself as I look at the screen. Just a moment. But I’m not the one who needs to be persuaded.