Melanie Pritchard had left the house feeling lonely and unloved, but with a resolve to treat herself to a dinner in a restaurant followed by a night at the theatre. What she hadn't counted on was to be wined and dined by the person waiting to be seated ahead of her. He bought her lobster and champagne, then treated her to the best (and rarely available) seats at the Laverstone Playhouse for a performance of Noughty!
It was only later that he revealed he was the writer of the play, Jasfoup de Ville. She almost swooned on the spot. "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. de Ville," she said. "Take me home."
He smiled and handed her a pen. "Write your address down, dear lady, he said, and sign it, too, if you wouldn't mind."
She did as he asked and handed it back. He ordered a taxi and took her home.
"Bye, then," he said, declining to leave the taxi. "I've had a lovely evening, it's just that this wasn't it."