Be Mine

Insufferable, self-satisfied, with eyes the color of Coca-Cola. My favorite type. Taking the conceit down from cocky guys is my calling. In matters of love, there is no equal to me. No one has yet withstood Polina Misera. I am used to winning, but this time victory will not be easy. What if my heart melts like ice cream in the sun at the sight of his smile? What if I cannot resist the music he plays? No-no, please give me a pill for this nonsense. Nonsense, whose name is Valentin.