Amelie I catch a glimpse of him across the bar and my chest gives a tiny lurch before I can stop myself. No, surely not, it can’t be him. He turns towards one of his friends, giving me the full sweep of his face; still so young and impossibly perfect. The swagger is there, painted on too thick, the cracks in his act so obvious they’re almost endearing. The little side glances and nervous laughter reveal a layer of insecur...