DING
I bet his mother picked out his outfit. Wait, he’s mumbling something. Charlie Rubble? Oh Charlie, you’re a long way from Bedrock. Are you too shy to look me in the eye? This is so pathetic, yet another computer programmer. If I tune out now, I won’t have to hear him wax poetic about the un-fracking-believable phenomenon that is Battlestar Galactica. At least his shirt is ironed … it really brings out the colour of his eyes. Pure blue, they’re almost unreal. No receding hairline either (that’s a first for tonight). If only he’d muss it up a bit so it wasn’t such a Lego man hair helmet. And that smile, so endearing, so genui --
DING
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