The hall is emptying. Sam wanders over to me.
‘You coming to the pub?’ he says.
‘Hmmm maybe - just to say bye to a few people.’
On the way out, I pass Olly standing in a small group.
I catch his eye. ‘Goodnight.’
He steps away from the others, and lays a hand on my arm.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.’
I give it.
‘I’m Olly,’ he says.
We shake hands.
‘Nice to meet you,’ I say. ‘Good dancing.’
Understatement of the decade.
He looks surprised. ‘Oh! Thank you. And – same, I thought you were particularly good.’
‘Oh. Thank you!’
As I walk away I hear him say to one of the group,
(TO BE CONTINUED)