Yellow doesn’t suit you. Did she buy that jumper for you? It’s horrible. I would never have bought you something so horrible. She doesn’t suit you either. What is it about her that you like? Is it her figure? She’s all curves, is that what you like? Curves? Maybe it’s her hair. You do seem to have an affinity for blondes. I wish I could tell you just how wrong for you she is, how much you two don’t suit each other. She’s not worth your attention. Why do you spend time with her? She’s hardly interesting. Is she a distraction? That’s it. I can see it in the way you smile, how it doesn’t reach your eyes; your laugh is hollow. She does notice, John. You’re not that great of an actor. She can tell that you’re not as interested in her as she is in you, but she stays anyways. She wants to change you. That isn’t right; you’re not allowed to change. I don’t like her. She’s yellow, yellow doesn’t suit you.