Vadim

School was a thing of the past, but memories of it still came back, leaving an unpleasant aftertaste. Especially those moments when he would throw out with a grin:

• Board, can I at least look at you?

At that time, these words hurt to the point of pain. I wanted to disappear, hide from ridicule, so as not to hear laughter behind my back.

But time passed. She changed. She matured.

And so they met again. He looked at her with obvious surprise, his gaze lingering on her figure, where, in his own words, "there was nothing."

“You… it’s…” He hesitated, but a slight grin still flashed. “You’ve changed quite a bit.”

She just smiled slightly.

• And you, it seems, haven't changed. You still don't look me in the eye.

There was a calm confidence in her voice, and for some reason it made him stop talking. He looked at her differently now. He realized now that everything had really changed.

I don't know,