Ssssh.

Ssssh.

Don’t tell anybody.

Well, don’t tell it to hím.

You see, I don’t want him to know.

I don’t want him to know I was wearing his T.

I swopped it. I think it was for a T of the brewery I work in. With him.

Him!

Ouch!

I always try to dive under the bar or the counter when I see him entering the building.

So sssssh.

Don’t tell.

You’ll probably recognise him. He looks like a jerk & he is a jerk.