“Officer.” “Yes?” “It seems he’s cheating on me with my brother.” “No way?! Let me see!” He grabs the binoculars from me and puts them up to his eyes. “Which one is your fiancé, and which one is your brother?” “The one with wavy black hair and a white hoodie is supposed to be my fiancé, and the one with curly brown hair is my brother.” “Oh … but your brother does look handsome …” I point at myself. “Handsomer than me?” The officer lowers the binoculars and checks me out. “No, definitely not.”
