You think you hate Mr Valerian. You shouldn’t, really. He’s so kind to you, so soft spoken and suave and he’s always smiling—if not from his pink, smooth mouth, then from his pale blue eyes.

It’s not fair on him, this hatred of yours. You’re just here to babysit his daughter, sweet little Veena, while he and his wife go out and save the galaxy. This hatred is a girlish, childish crush wrapped into layers of resentment.

You can’t help it though, can’t help yourself. You hate him.