Mika slaps me. Repels. I didn't expect her to resist. He rests his palms on my chest and growls like a brave, cornered animal. I bite her lip, she does the same in response, but with anger and determination. I leave her alone. And I look, trying to understand why the hell she's acting like that. Previously, she clung to me, stretched all over, and now she blows a strand of hair from her face and looks with burning green eyes.

- What the hell are you doing? she is outraged. - I actually have a boyfriend!

“Then why are you running up?”

“N-nothing like that!” You can only dream...