Luigi sees them everyday. He has lived a long life, and he knows the way the world works. Italy, London, no matter. Men are men and women are women. He knows Mr Hunt well, he has seen him sitting alone many times – alone even when he is surrounded by his colleagues. There is something dark about him, something different.

He saw him the day the lovely signorina walked into the bar. Luigi knew straight away that Mr Hunt thought this girl was special. Crazy, maybe, too, but special. He watched Mr Hunt focus on her, the way a man does when something in him wakes up, and he sees a woman properly.

The signorina, she is a mystery, the way women are. They lead the men in a dance, and a man must pay attention to the steps. English men; they are not good at following the steps. They do not understand the dance, watching their women move, but seldom joining in of their own accord.

No, English men, like Mr Hunt, need to be given the cues, or they leave the women to dance away with another, or worse, they stamp all over the women's feet and then there are tears and all is sadness.

Luigi does what he can. He pours the good wine when they are together, and he gives Mr Hunt the cues when he is missing them. But unless the man learns the steps, the dance will end. Luigi knows this, so he still watches.