The young lady ponders as her concentration divides her from the rest of the clamorous cafe. She wants to be an artist. No, not an artist, a writer would be better. Or maybe... an ordinary person who adds unordinary surprises to her ordinary life? Still, there are things she needs to take care of at present.
Hey, it wasn't me. Not this time anyway!
Hey, ich war das nicht. Also zumindest dieses Mal nicht!
No, esta vez no fui yo…
Hé, c’était pas moi.
Pas cette fois, en tout cas !
Ehi, non sono stato io. Non stavolta, almeno!
Ei, não fui eu. Não desta vez, pelo menos!
Эй, это был не я. По крайней мере, не в этот раз!