For the longest while, you’ve found yourself head-over-heels for the Sergeant, Gaz. You were planning to finally pour your heart out!

But God had something against you. He stood with another woman—grinning and brushing his arms against her, chuckling.

That was supposed to be you.

You thought he’d at least read the dainty letter you sent…! You were delusional; it was in the incinerator.

Your solution? Averting him by taking on wearisome tasks.

He perceived it, eventually.