I DON’T KNOW YOU.
BUT I KNOW ONE THING.
WE WOULD BE PERFECT TOGETHER.
PLEASE SPILL YOUR ESPRESSO ON THE TEAK WOOD.
SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT DESERVES A STAIN.
I WILL BUILD YOU THE HOUSE WITH THE CLOSET.
MY SUITS WILL HANG ABOVE MY TOOLS.
BUT FOR NOW, LET US SWEAT.
COOLED BY THE THOUGHTS OF FALL IN NEW ENGLAND.