She wants to know why you were hanging out!

Then her face twists again. ‘But, still… what in God’s name were you doing with her last week? Whether she knew about me or not?’

‘We…’ You feel helpless, because it didn’t make that much sense to you at the time either. ‘We just talked for a little while. I felt sorry for her and I guess she felt sorry for me, because we both kind of felt stood up, I guess. Anyway, she took off early, but she gave me her number just in case I ever wanted to call.’ Emma’s eyebrows shoot up at that, but she doesn’t say anything, just watches you closely.

‘Well, I didn’t call her,’ you tell her. ‘I was too hung up on you. But a few days after we – after the fight, anyway, she sent me a text asking if I wanted to get coffee or something. You and me weren’t talking at the time, so I said yes, and we went down to Venice Beach to watch the skaters. That’s it.’

Emma’s gritting her teeth. ‘That’s it?’ she repeats incredulously. ‘You went on a date with the girl who cheated on me, and you think that’s it?’