I study his face, wondering if he’s having me on. Izzy is pottering about in her room, and Andy seems to be in no hurry to rush back to his flat. ‘I’m more of a behind-the-scenes person,’ I say. ‘You know that. And anyway, I’ll kind of have my hands full on the day.’

‘Have all the clothes arrived now?’ He really is taking quite a keen interest.

‘Nearly, but there are still a few things I need. I was really hoping to find a poncho, d’you remember me saying?’

‘Erm, I think so,’ he says noncommittally.

‘Well, I’ve found one, but it’s in Grange-over-Sands and the owner refuses to post it. I have to collect it, she says. Tomorrow.’

‘Really? Christ, I bet you don’t need that.’

I sigh. ‘I’ve decided I can’t do it. Rearranging meeting the models is too complicated, and we’re kind of running out of time now. The posters have been designed, and Spencer’s friends, remember Callum and Mark—’

‘Er, yeah …’ he says vaguely.

‘Well, they’ve come up with a design for the runway. So, you know, we’re getting there.’

‘It’s so impressive,’ he says, perching on the kitchen table.

‘I’ll just have to forget about the poncho,’ I add. ‘Without a car it’d be a nightmare to get there.’

‘Where is Grange-over-Sands?’ he asks.

‘Well, it’s on the coast …’

‘Obviously …’

My jaw tightens. ‘It’s in Cumbria, about a hundred and sixty miles away.’

‘I could do it,’ he says, affecting a casual tone.

I look at him, wanting to laugh. ‘That would be crazy, Andy. Don’t be silly.’

‘No, it wouldn’t,’ he says, sounding hurt.

‘You mean you’d do a five-hour round trip just to pick up a poncho?’

‘If it’s important to you, then yes, of course I would.’

I stare at him, not entirely sure if he’s serious. And I can’t help but think of the time when we were having a birthday party for Izzy, and I’d promised to make mocktails with crushed ice, and realised I’d forgotten to make ice. Would he nip out to buy some? ‘Couldn’t you make some?’ he suggested. There wasn’t time, I exclaimed. Did he think I could freeze water instantly, perhaps by staring at it? I ended up rushing out and buying ice cubes myself, and he commented that I seemed ‘a bit agitated’ as I battered them into shards with a rolling pin.

‘What’s the address?’ he asks now.

‘This is mad, Andy. Just forget it. We can do without it, okay?’