And the next thing Ashleigh knew, Romesh had landed on his backside on the ice, holding his left foot and hissing like he was in pain.

‘Ro! Are you okay?’ Ash crouched down beside him.

Romesh dropped her a quick wink and then looked up as Olivier and James hurried over to them. ‘It’s twisted. I’m pretty sure. I won’t be able to keep skating. James, help me back inside.’

‘Okay, we should take the skate off and have a look.’ James instantly took charge and Ashleigh stood back up, folding her arms over her chest. ‘How did you manage to twist it?’

‘I’ve no idea,’ Romesh groaned. Lord, he was enjoying this little pantomime. ‘Oh, the pain, I need drugs. James is going to have to take me home.’ He turned his ‘agonised’ face in her direction and Ash didn’t know whether to laugh or kick him.

‘Are you sure that’s necessary?’ she said pointedly. ‘Maybe it’ll feel better once the skate is off. We could all just go sit in the bar – I think we’ve only got ten minutes or so left of skating anyway.’

‘Maybe, maybe,’ Romesh said. ‘You and Oli carry on and we’ll meet you in there.’

James put his arm around Romesh, and they hobbled away towards the entrance changing area, reassuring the concerned-looking attendant on the way and leaving Ashleigh alone with Olivier again. He wasn’t going to miss a single trick, trying to match-make them was he?