She could have her pick.
Maybe she hasn’t scraped the bottom of the barrel, though I don’t think I’m at the very bottom.
I mean, I see the bottom, but I’m not there. Yet.
At least, I think this is the bottom. And a barrel.
But maybe I should get it together.
She sees me.
I am seen.
Either way, I’m a fool.
I may as well enjoy myself.