He swept me off my feet. I can’t thinik properly, I am overcome by emotion. And I keep smiling, foolishly. Shall I talk to him? I think I’d just be a liability for him. Still, I sense something. Nonsense.
Deal? But I still feel hesitant. I can’t think clearly, I am just anxiously living. The sound of the keyboard is somehow soothing. And there’s no deal; no negotation. Just a result. Fatídico comes from fate, right?