If you know that I spent half of my working hours last Tuesday to stalk you, please spare me the embarrassment and just keep your mouth and your mind shut. You need not comprehend my very mature and rational actions. Grasping explanations about the things that I do and the things that I want is like a futile attempt to understand why some girls go crazy over that factory-crafted robot boy they nicknamed Justin Bieber.
When I say 'hi' or 'good morning' to you here in this field slave aka office, please do smile back. Don't ask me why. It's the same as guessing why Wikipedia said that this girl named Katy Perry is a singer and a songwriter. When you look at me (I know you give me those glances. I just know) and I don't look back, please bear in mind that I am shy. After all, not so many guys look at me the way you do.
If ever we get the chance to talk (discounting our usual morning hi's and hello's), be kind to me. Please don't talk about sports and overtly masculine stuff I can't relate to. And just so you know, I'm not a basketball fan. :)
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