It was a cold snowy day in Brighton, it made you wished you never moved to England, after all, you only moved here to possibly see your idol, Wilbur Soot. But it’s been 2 years and no sign of him, so you’ve given up hope.

The snow was up to your ankles and it was still currently snowing, you walked into your favourite little corner cafe by the sea, they only had outside seating. great. So you sat outside shivering with no jumper, when suddenly a British man beside you spoke

“Would you like my sweater?” The voice sounded familiar.. until you looked over and saw who it was.. WILBUR SOOT.