The boys at GCHQ are huddled around the computer, laughing hysterically as they ignorantly misinterpret yet another post, but SHE doesn't, she stands at the back, she makes the teas, she puts on the laugh to fit in with "the lads", but as soon as they hit the spoons for lunch leaving the me general tab open, she sits down on the desk chair, curly hair, glasses, office skirt with shirt, top 3 buttons undone, she bites the pen, she understands, he's not like the others, she's filled with fire burning intensity, what she doesn't know is, I feel it too