It's Emma Stone!

Emma Stone is standing right beside you, lips parted, looking unsure.

‘Sorry,’ she says in her unmistakeably husky voice, sweeping the hair out of her eyes. ‘We haven’t actually met, it’s just… I think we have mutual friends? I saw Justin talking to you earlier.’

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Your eyes flick to her red hair, then her emerald dress, as you realise –

‘You’re his date?’ you say, incredulously. Emma’s brow furrows.

‘Um, yeah. Do you know where he is? I saw him talking to you guys, then he kind of disappeared. I thought maybe he went to the bathroom, but, y’know, it’s been a while…’

Her words spin over each other for a moment in your mind, not really making sense.

You’re the girl he cheated on her with?

You’re itching to say it, but – the words won’t come, for some reason. And then you realise – you’ve actually always quite liked Emma Stone.

You’ve seen her in a couple of movies, and guesting on a few chat shows, and she’s always seemed pretty normal, pretty down-to-earth… and pretty funny, come to think of it. You really didn’t have her down as the kind of girl who’d cheat on someone without blinking an eyelid.

And she’d been suspiciously absent when Justin came over.

Maybe she doesn’t know yet…

‘Sorry,’ you say slowly, trying to figure out how to play this. If Emma Watson comes back and sees you talking to this girl…

Well, she’s been talking to Fat Fucking Justin for how long, now?