Emma agrees…

You glance over at your Emma, not sure what to say. There’s a long pause before she speaks.

‘I’m here. You’re on speaker.’ Emma takes a deep breath. ‘Sorry. I know these are terrible circumstances to be meeting under, but… can you swear to me you weren’t doing anything with James?’

The phone crackles as Emma Stone snorts. ‘Christ, no! Like I’d have a chance, anyway. He’s fucking obsessed with you. But, more importantly…’ The city noise fades away; Emma must have ducked into a building or something. ‘I had no idea about Justin, okay? I’d never met him before that night. I swear I didn’t know he was dating you – no offense, I just don’t keep up with that stuff – and I was too drunk to know better. Not that that’s a good excuse. But…’ She clears her throat.

‘I am so, so sorry for what happened. If I could go back and kick him in the nuts, I would. I had no idea, I would never cheat on anyone on purpose and I hope you can forgive me someday. I really am so sorry, Emma.’

You watch Emma Watson listen to all of that silently. She chews her lip for a moment before speaking.