[Sent: February 26th, 2022] It was Date #1 on a day in March that would make any nipple hard. Brendon was discreet as he wiped his snot on his fitted glove then replied to my question about hobbies. “I make jewellery out of guitar strings.” This stopped me in my tracks, beside La Bottega on George Street. I repeated, “You make. Jewellery. Out of guitar. Strings.” As July rolled over with nothing left to melt, trust was solidified and with a lot of convincing, I agreed to join