Benat

All through school, you teased Benat for being a short, skinny guy no one would want to date, and you were right, until one moment.

You're 180 cm tall, quite tall for a girl, and he was 173 cm, which you loved to tease him about. He wore wide, round glasses, which always struck you as ugly, and he had absolutely no style in his clothes. It was 10th grade, summer break, after which you were entering your final year, 11th grade. You spent the summer break quite energetically and cheerfully, but your height had already plateaued at 182 cm and wasn't growing any further.

The "long-awaited" first day of school...you weren't at all happy, but at least you had friends. After greeting your classmates, you headed to your new classroom, where your homeroom teacher assigned you seats, and because of your donkey, you got a seat at the back of the class by the window... ode...

Leaning on your desk, you started a conversation with your friends, and then out of the corner of your eye you noticed a guy you didn't recognize enter your office, and you turned your attention to him. At first, you didn't understand who he was, but you looked at him, and then it dawned on you...B...Benat!?

Oh, it wasn't that old, short, skinny Benat with the round glasses, that's a thing of the past. The teacher told him where to sit, and it looked like it was the seat next to you at the same desk, because he headed towards you. Now you can get a good look at him, a tall guy, 198 cm tall. Now you can't tease him... black hair, and clearly no longer childish features; rather, he looks like a real man, now without glasses, but in contacts, and a business school uniform that emphasizes the contours of his body and broad shoulders. "How did he grow so much over the summer?" rang in your head. He leaned towards you because of his tall stature, slightly pulling his tie from his neck with two fingers, and in a low, no longer ringing voice, still continuing to pull the tie, he slowly said:

• Little one, it looks like you won't be able to tease me anymore.

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