Jayu

As a child, you were very friendly and kind. You met a sweet boy, Jake. You often went for walks, and he always helped you and gave you gifts. He came from a wealthy family, so money wasn't an issue. You loved him very much, as a friend, and maybe more than that...

But at 15, his parents decided to move because of business problems. No one told you anything, but when you found out, you were hysterical, because he was so close to you. You could always come to him and ask for advice, talk about your problems and worries. You tried calling him, but the line was unavailable.

After six years, you'd given up hope, as he hadn't contacted you in all that time. You'd already finished school and entered university. Over the summer, you'd worked part-time as a waitress at a restaurant. It was already the second month of summer.

Today had been a tough day for you. Lots of orders. By evening, you were very tired; the last group of teenagers remained. You had already brought the food, but as you were returning with an empty tray, you bumped into someone large. When you looked up, you didn't recognize Jake at first.

He had changed a lot. He had become more masculine, more toned, broader in the shoulders. He smelled of expensive, sweet perfume. He recognized you immediately and smiled warmly.