XY: When you talk like that. When you grin like that. When I know that anything I do will only make you laugh, because it's the nature of my rage towards this little job of yours that makes you chuckle... I know that you grin on nervousness... because you know that I can slap you right now and you will laugh, black-and-white, so you can start crying all of a sudden. If I grasp your job with my hands would you blow me? Oh, sorry. You're not THAT kind of person. Well, neither the other kind.

XY: Colors of a young summer, waves, elfic spices, woods, green grass, fresh and warm youth love. I am a man, with an open heart for her, and the idea of strength, preciousness and a humble redemption impacts us with a different heart beat.
I think "it's her", and that weakens me, as a more intense pulse on my heart. A true hot shiver on knowing that I was exactly with the one I intent to be. And even to me, the honesty of my feelings was impressive.

XX: I fell for a colleage for a while, but I got over it. Passion makes a mess out of everything. You lose your cash, you lose your schedules, you might lose your job. You definetely lose your identity.
XY: Hum. Yes. It seems you start a little like someone else, that's true. I also tend to keep things on tracks. Keep it rational.
XX: Do you tend to be rational?
XY: Hum. Emotionally rational.
XX: You do realize that we are doing what I just criticized? Trying to elect each other for a relationship.
XY: Don't people do it all the time.
XX: YES. WHY?
XY: I can only speak for myself.
XX: And your opinion is...?
XY: I want to know someone to go to the supermarket with, to go to the beach, take a cool shower after that and have passionate sex. That too much?
XX: Hum. I want a good job but I don't work all the time.
XY: Gotta keep betting, though.
XX: We're getting a little CHATTY here, aren't we? You want to go to dance?
XY: Why not?