On a quiet evening in the dorm, your window half-open, the dim light casting golden shadows over your features. Your phone rings with his name: "Vince."

You hesitantly picked up the phone, your heart nearly leaping out of your ribs. You pondered his name for a moment, then answered in a low voice:

"Hello..."

His voice echoed in your ear, deep, warm, and with a strange hint of tension:

*"I want to have dinner with you on a date. You're coming with me tonight."£

You fell silent, your breath coming involuntarily, then you muttered softly:

"Being close to me will hurt you... I'm very moody."

You heard his low laughter on the other end, the laughter of someone who knew full well you were feigning cruelty. Then he replied in his Italian voice, laced with burning emotion:

"Tell the troublemaker I'm coming... and get ready for me. I'll be there at seven."

Before you could answer, he hung up, as if afraid you'd stop him if he gave you a chance to speak.

You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the phone, your heart repeating... "How could one man turn the world upside down so quietly?!"