"I've seenyou wear them sometimes." Just on rain days," she parried.I had to grin, as I sprung my trap."Then it's not part of the job; it's just perso...al preference." Oh, yes, it is. The people coming through here expect a certain'ambience' at the SRC desk. Maintaining that is part of the job, too."I rolled my eyes at that response, and said no more.Someone mentioned that it was nearly lunch time. A short discussionfollowed, concerning where to go.It was Cheryl's turn to stay behind and answer. I laugh.“Actually I don’t like it,” I say and he looks confused.“My husband likes it a lot. Puts it on burgers. I don’t like bleu cheeses, so...”“I like Bleu cheese. I just wasn’t sure if it was one. Looks kind of different.”“Well, it’s like a mix of a Bleu and a Brie I think. Or a Camembert. I don’t know exactly but he’s told me,” I laugh again, giving expert advice on a cheese I’ve had one bite of once and didn’t like.“I’ll try some,” he says, picking the biggest chunk they have and putting. "I'd simply ask you to find new friends,but it isn't that simple."He was of course, taking Michael's current attire into account."If you make friends with more boys, it's only going to make thingsharder for you when you enter school as a girl," he added. "If we couldguarantee that no one would recognise you, I'd arrange for you to go asMichelle after Easter, but I doubt that would happen." Do you sit with anyone else?" asked Liz."No. Just Robert," said Michael. "Which means I'll be alone when. I remembered the way he talked to me over the past week, talking as if we were old friends, joking with me. It all seemed to come so easily, to him at least. The entire time I was thinking about my luck and how glad I was to just see this wonderful guy.I remembered the way he always played with his nipple ring, lifting his shirt up, revealing his toned chest. He did it so often that it was a normal thing to him but to me, it was heaven. I was brought out of my daydream by my phone vibrating on.