Emma looks round!

André cranes his neck – just as, with perfect timing, Emma turns to look for you. His mouth actually falls open. ‘You’re Emma Watson’s date?’ he hisses, as she spots you and smiles.

You shrug, unable to keep the smug look off your face. ‘Believe me, I’m as surprised as you are.’

‘Holy shit.’ André shakes his head, looking deeply impressed. ‘Put it there, man…’

You fist-bump lightly just as Emma walks up. ‘Hey,’ she says, with her usual radiant smile. ‘I was just looking for you!’

‘Sorry,’ you chuckle, as behind her, André mouths, well fucking done, mate. ‘Got chatting to someone. His name’s André.’

André’s face actually reddens slightly as Emma turns her smile on him. ‘Hi, André,’ she says politely. ‘How are you enjoying the party?’

‘I, ah, yeah, it’s going great, ma’am,’ André stammers. ‘Can I interest you in some shrimps? I mean, crevettes – something –’

Emma, to her credit, doesn’t give any impression of having noticed how nervous he is. ‘Oh, I’m not too keen on seafood,’ she says, smiling, ‘but thank you very much all the same. Have a good night!’