"You're crazy! Drinking like this could kill you!"
Alex, whose drink she had taken away, lay down on the floor and spoke as if to himself but also to her, "I don't want to believe it either. You're not exactly ideal. You're two years older, have a noisy child, and you're not even gentle. You practice Muay Thai and intimidate me to the point where I'm afraid to touch you. There are plenty of younger, more beautiful girls who are more gentle than you. So why is it that you're the only one on my mind?"
"So you must have short-circuited!"
Farah sat down on the carpet too, laughing and trying to keep the conversation light-hearted, "Go to a nightclub for a few nights, and then your head will be filled with all kinds of beautiful women."
Her playful attitude made Alex angry. He got up, took the bottle from her, and continued drinking. With a serious expression, he emphasized again, "I'm serious!"
