Emma disappears...

Emma’s gone for five minutes.

And then ten.

By the time your watch ticks over to twenty past midnight, you’ve just about had enough.

Yeah, she might be Emma Watson. And yeah, he might have been her boyfriend for nine months.

But fuck that shit. You still have your dignity. And you’re not interested in being anybody’s doormat.

You’re about five seconds from downing your drink and walking out of this stupid fucking party when a small voice says tentatively, ‘hello?’

You turn, surprised. And then double-take, because –