Artan knew the underlying cause for all the dropped sentences.
"You can see yourself falling hard for him, can't you. Hey, don't let popular opinion sway your own, sweetcheeks. For all anyone knows, I'm the son of a CEO of an air conditioning corporation and an industrial singer and songwriter. People think I'm on heroin. People also think I've half lost my mind by getting engaged to some chick that got disowned. And that's just what they think of me here. Who knows what he's really like, other than himself and his band mates? And even then, how well do they know a guy that's twenty years ahead of them? You don't have to hold out any hope or take solace in the fact that blah blah comforting words here, but baby, don't stress yourself. There's always a chance. If I have a chance with the girl I've been in love with my entire adult life, there's a chance maybe your rock star will return those feelings for you that you feel are growing for him."
He shrugged, "Just sayin'. Hey, you feel like taking a lunch break soon? I've got about half of this left to do, but it's coming together pretty well. It'll give your skin some time to process what's going on, and I'm starving."