Kit smiled, because yes, it could be worse than that, and he was the one who knew all about it. "Brutus Macnair," he said. "She just spent hours wondering if he could sing or not. She fancies him. And she felt like I was the appropriate outlet for her romantic frustrations, so I think it's probably pretty safe to say that Caspar doesn't know."
Kit unbuttoned his coat and shrugged. "Brutus did like to throw meatballs at Caspar's head when we were younger. I could see keeping a crush secret from him. Can I buy you a coffee or are you all right with the caffeine you have now?"
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