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8

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart

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Tuesday, January 14th 2021 (same day)

I'm visibly nervous. I can feel my face heating up. why is he sitting across from me? why me? I'm pretty sure my hands are shaking. He can tell. I wipe my hands on my pant leg and finally look up. he's looking at me with one eyebrow raised, almost giggling. Once we meet eye contact he stretches out a large hand. 

"I'm Wilbur. Don't mind the tag on my door its meant to be professional. It's nice to finally meet you, Lavender" 

he just said my name. he knows my name? its on my door dumbass. but still. he used my name. it sounds so good in a british accent. Lav-uhn-duh. 

it takes me a moment, but shortly I reach out my hand.

"its nice to meet you Wilbur, I'm sorry for accidentally staring into your office space, I don't mean to I just g-"

" its okay, i don't mind." he said cutting me off while smiling. I feel slightly better about myself. I sigh in relief and smile at him. he smiles back. we sit in silence for a moment before he swallows his bite. I look down and see he's eating a lemon tart, and seems to be drinking lavender tea. I smile before he opens his mouth to speak

"you know, i'd like to give you a tour of brighton. I can tell you're new here haha." he says 

"let me guess, my accent" i joke. 

"I could tell before i heard your voice, americans have this glow that you see especially in such a dull town like brighton.... also you did get lost finding your office" he says in a low voice. He was teasing me, but I could tell it was kindhearted. We both laugh as he grabs his glasses from his shirt pocket and pulls out his phone. I wait patiently seeing what he's doing when he hands the phone to me. I look up confused at him, but then he points down at the screen. it was his contact app. does he want me to put my number into his phone?

almost as if he were reading my mind he said 

"so i can call you for part two of le tour' he says in a french accent. I chuckle but still look a little confused so he adds 

"We can do a little bit of the tour today, but i don't want to keep you out late" he said and right as i was about to speak he added

"dont want to make your boyfriend worried" he said then paused looking at me. fuck why would he say that? what does that mean? what do i say to that? was he joking? before i could think i just shrugged and said "yeah" his face fell. 

"well, to not make him worried we shouldn't take too long today. I'll show you about 6-9 blocks and with the foot traffic that should take about 2 hours showing my favorite shops, and maybe we can stop and get some actual food on the way" he said laughing while looking down at my slice of pie, berry tart, and lemonade. I laughed and teased him about his lemon tart. 

"so we'll grab some actual food then" he said still laughing a little bit. I sighed and said 

"yeah, we'll grab some food." 

after we had both finished our food I pulled out my wallet to pay for myself, but he quickly said "ah-" and pulled out his wallet.

"i'm paying." he said softly. 

once we left the bakery we walked together back to the office space so he could show me his office, and so i could flaunt mine. 

he opened the door to his office and it was surprisingly bare, but neat. he had a couple chairs on a far wall and his desk was coming off the wall in the corner with his chair perfectly in between the wall and his desk. as I closely examined his desk i realized he had what looked like a webcam attached to his PC and monitor. he had a large set up. I looked over to him and he was already looking at me grinning

"I mainly just wanted to show you my PC set up to be honest." he said beaming. I could tell he was very proud. this was the first time i've seen his full smile up close. his teeth were very white and straight. he actually quite resembles a cat if I'm being honest. I smile back and teasingly say 

"oh yeah wilbur? show me then. impress me" 

that made his face light up. I can tell he was eager 

"impress you? only if you say so..." 

I moved aside as he unlocked his computer. As he was messing around with it i realized that his desk doesn't quite fit his proportions. Looking at him i could see that if he isnt sitting he has to completely bend over to put his elbow on the desk. 

he cleared his throat and signaled me over

"bum-bum-ba-da-bum!" he said presenting me a screen. I read the website name at the top. Twitch.tv. I looked down to see his name, and in small characters to the side of his name were numbers. my jaw dropped. 1.9M was in white. His name had a checkmark on it. i nudged him out of my way and grabbed the mouse clicking on the most recent video. it had 940,000 views. 

"You make videos?! you're famous?!" i exclaimed and he blushed and rubbed his hand over his mouth looking at me.

"I stream video games. nothing special really." he said clearly suppressing the urge to smile at my reaction. we continued to browse through his videos until the clock hit 3. we had already spent 3 hours together.

"shit. we'd better start the tour if we want to get you home by 5.. to not make your boyfriend worry" he emphasized. I feel so bad, but I can't say anything on the topic because he's right. Jack worries when i'm home late at all, so, I just agree with him and we walk out the office door