When the tiny voice in the back of your head starts asking you to feel things you should never even began to think to have, the only option left is to RUN. But since the office isn’t that big a place to begin with (500m away from the sea), I shall pretend that there are no bigger issues at hand other than my temporary insanity that may have deactivated my mind for a little longer more than just a “second”.

Yes, I like you. A little more than I should. So there.