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smell, taste and pressure. The real action was in the brain, that’s where all these nerve impulses were turned into images.
    Jesus, how long did four minutes last? Surely it should be over by now!
    I wondered what he made of me? What did he see when he looked into my eyes?
    For me, I saw someone with a huge heart and a generous soul, someone who cared about and put others first. Someone who always did his best to be positive, making those around him happier as a result. Someone kind, trustworthy, someone who would never actively seek to demean or belittle others, no matter how upset he was. Someone who would defend those weaker than himself, although only in a peaceful way; he would never seek out confrontation, but he wouldn’t run from it either.
    It was foolish to feel this way, I was probably projecting what I wanted him to be, but that’s how I felt.
    Finally the clock dinged but we didn’t look away immediately, which surprised me. We both smiled.
    “You have beautiful eyes,” he told me.
    “You too,” I replied with a blush.
    Then we blinked and the moment was over. We laughed nervously.
    “That was intense,” I said.
    “Very,” he agreed. “Might be an exercise to suggest to acting partners; sometimes it’s hard to manufacture intimacy for a role.”
    “That could definitely help,” I agreed.
    “Well, thank you for making this a very enjoyable experience.”
    My heart plummeted as I realised that his words were a goodbye. He was right, it was over.
    “You too. This whole thing could have been really awkward.”
    There came a knock at the door, then Katie entered.
    “How do you both feel?” she asked.
    “I feel… weird,” I admitted.
    “How so?” Katie asked, looking concerned.
    “I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.”
    “She’s right,” Will agreed. “It’s very hard to put into words, but it’s like… I feel a little emotionally tired, only a little and yet at the same time, quite exhilarated.”
    Kate smiled. “We just have the reaction questionnaires, then you’re free to go. Each question asks you for an emotional response, like ‘I feel happy’ and you answer from strongly agree to strongly disagree. If you fill in the first page now, then take it away and fill it in on day two tomorrow, day four, day seven etc. Don’t worry, each questionnaire is coded so no one reading it will know your name, unless they have access to my data.”
    “I’m under a pseudonym, right?” Will asked.
    “You are, don’t worry, no one but me knows that you’re participating in this study.”
    He smiled at her.
    “Oh, here’s your phones back,” she said, retrieving them from her pocket and handing them to us. She had taken mine when I first arrived. Then she hugged us both, thanking us for coming in, and said we could leave once we had completed page one.
    We both turned our phones on and I noticed that Will’s had a password to unlock it. I couldn’t really blame him, being famous must make his phone a target for unscrupulous reporters.
    We sat back down, picked up the pens she had left, and began to fill in the questionnaires.
    They were fairly generic queries. ‘I like the person I was partnered with’. ‘I would like to remain a friend with the person I was partnered with’. And getting gradually more personal, with a few control type questions thrown in, to make sure we weren’t lying.
    I tend to be fairly self-aware when it comes to emotions, so I was whizzing through my replies with instinctive answers, rather than giving each question a lot of thought.
    Then I heard Will’s phone began to beep as it connected to the network, and he must have had at least half a dozen text messages and missed calls while we were in here.
    “What time is it?” I asked, realising that I had no clue.
    “Four fifteen,” he replied, which surprised me. “We’ve been here for over an hour.” He also sounded a little amazed.
    We shared a smile, then Will entered the code on his phone and