Godzilla stood, as always – alone, aloof, commanding. Even the two old ladies in front of me were giving him the eye. I couldn’t blame them. He hadn’t changed that much since school except now he wore a long, black leather coat instead of a school blazer and had swapped his school shirt and tie for a black polo neck. His jeans were black too (almost the colour of his hair), making him look even taller than he really was. One thing had changed since school: unbelievably, he looked even more gorgeous – and he knew it!