As you walk through the mainstreet you're checking the list your mom gave you. Suddenly you bump in to someone. You feel that your chest is getting really hot and it actually hurts, but you can't cry. Standing in front of you is no other than Brad Simpson! He just spilled his coffee all over your shirt. In your head you're totally freaking out, but from the outside you keep as calm as you can be. 'Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?' he says. You don't know what to say. You awkwardly get the words: 'I'm fine' out. 'Let's go to this this store.' he says, dragging you in to the nearest clothes shop. While you go to the fitting room, Brad looks for a new shirt. When you take your shirt of, you see it isn't that bad. Your skin is just a bit red, that's all. You wait for Brad to return. 'Hey, I've bought you this shirt. I took the smallest size, so I geuss it will fit.' he says. He brought you a black shirt with the lyrics: 'Je t'adore' on it. You aren't great at French, but you know what this means. This is so sweet of him. 'Thank you!' you say while putting on the shirt. 'You're welcome!' he says from outside the fitting room.
