‘So, he didn’t kiss you back?’ Abby was still limiting the damage to Rose’s make up with Kleenex and water, brushing her hair out and trying to bring some sense of normal back to her ravaged look. Kneeling in front of her in the tight cubicle.

‘No...Yes...No... I don’t know!’ She was sitting on the toilet lid, no longer crying, having recapped the sorry tale already.

‘Well he either did or he didn’t!’ Abby rummaged for a lip balm and started using it on Rose’s mouth.

‘He stopped me, but not like right away. He didn’t pull away, he just held me a second, mouth to mouth. Like a kiss...