We waltz up the road and all the men’s eyes are on me. Some of their girlfriends slap them to stop them staring at me and pay attention to them. Max has his arm over my shoulder to show I’m taken. It’s really We want to order food but I don't want to sit inside the restaurant.

  ‘Do you think we can eat our food over there?’ I ask Max, pointing to a lush garden.

  ‘Sure, if that's what you want to do,’ he says; I nod and smile.

  We eat from cute little rice boxes. Max tries to show me how to use chopsticks, but I’m not very good...