This is the view from my window. (More or less.)
Sometimes I think I’ll stay here for the rest of my life, cleaning rooms, tapping beer, serving guests their breakfast.
In other words sometimes I think I’ll be undercover for the rest of my life.
But there are moments that I’m afraid that all my colleagues just act that they believe in my cover because they don’t want to spoil something beautiful.
Or maybe they are also undercover. Who knows.