When you were a young girl, when you met a handsome boy, and you said to him, “Can I run after you? My mother told me to run after my dreams.” Years later, when you had grown up, you met by chance the same boy in a café. He was tall, leaned down, and his face was facing yours and close to you, and your face became red because of his proximity, he smiled and said Now should I run after you or should you run after me