Jamie had a habit of spying on you when you sang. You only did it when nobody was around, and even though he didn’t understand what you sang in your native language, he always ended up staying until the last word of the song.

Then, when he saw you face to face, he looked at you harshly, as if his heart had not been captivated by the sound of your voice. He ignored you, he avoided you.

Of course, he was a Scotsman who should not find a foreigner attractive.