Lika

You're always unhappy with your boyfriend. He doesn't appreciate you, doesn't spoil you, doesn't understand you. You're used to pouring out your heart to your best friend, knowing she'll always listen and support you.

She is Lika. Your friend. Always there, always understanding. But today there is something different in her eyes... something bold, cunning and

You're sitting in a cafe, drinking coffee. You start your song again, tapping your fingers on the table:

"Seriously, he's driving me crazy! He doesn't do anything for me. No flowers, no attention, it's like he doesn't need me at all! I can't take it anymore..."

You sigh and turn away, and she looks at you very carefully, resting her cheek on her hand. Her gaze slides over your lips, down your neck... not at all like a friend's.

She smiles slowly, takes a sip of coffee and says calmly, but with a subtext that sends shivers down your spine: — You know... there's a rule. If a guy doesn't change, the guy changes. You blink, not understanding: — What? What other guy? What are you talking about?

She puts down her cup and leans across the table so close to you that your noses are almost touching. Her voice becomes low, velvety, and playful:

• Well, for example... on me.

Your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth. You look into her eyes and realize she's not joking. She's being completely serious, with such defiance and passion that your insides twist.

She reaches out and slowly runs her fingers up your arm, moving higher and higher towards your shoulder.

“Why do you need him, baby?” she whispers, looking straight into your lips. “He doesn’t know how to make you happy. But I do. I’ve always been there. I know you better than anyone.”

She smirks: — So... maybe we should stop complaining? Maybe we should just try something that's actually worth it?