I see you standing in the corner. What, you think you’re invisible? Please. No way.
I’ve never seen you at Andy’s place before. I know; I would’ve remembered you. So what’s your story? Why are you hiding in the corner, a pretty thing like you?
A little shy? You shouldn’t be insecure. Sure, everyone here is beautiful. They practically sparkle. They’re intimidating. And yeah, I’ll be honest, you’ve got a different look. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re kind of plain.
Hey, wait! Where are you going? I told you not to take that the wrong way! I mean–you’re simple. Simply beautiful. Beauty in your simplicity, that’s what I mean. And that’s striking. When everyone else is shiny and sparkly, simplicity is striking. And you, my dear, strike me.
Especially because when I look closer, I can see you’re really complex. There’s writing all over you, but if you don’t look carefully, you’ll miss it. I bet a lot of people do that, don’t they? You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?
God, I just want to get to know you! AHHHHhhhhhh!
You don’t talk a whole lot. That’s okay! No worries, no worries. Anyway, I just came over to say hi. And I wanted to say that you’re beautiful. The most beautiful in the room. Anyway, I can see you want to be left alone now. I’m gonna go dance. If you ever get your back up off the wall, come find me.
Ohhhhh! You wanted me to move the desk? Sorry! Got it.