I’m scared of you because you don’t seem the type who can be serious. I, on the other hand, is one who (I’m predisposed to think) doesn’t mind taking risks.
Meanwhile, I’m starting to expect to see your name every time my phone beeps, and when I do see your name I cannot suppress a smile.
I don’t know where this affair goes. I won’t ask you. I don’t want to know. But it might be a fair way to go. At least for now.