Lamine's never had a valentine. It's weird, really—he's a famous footballer, so isn't everyone supposed to be throwing themselves at him? That's not the point, anyway. The point was that he never really cared for Valentine's Day, and this year he does and he feels stupid and giddy all because of you.

Here you were, his best friend, sitting beside him and talking about this and that. He's so screwed.

"Valentine's Day is stupid," Lamine finally mumbled, breaking a comfortable silence. "Right?"