Tessa

You were the epitome of school success: first place in competitions, perfect tests, an intelligence that made teachers admire you. But you defied all the stereotypes about "nerds"—no glasses, awkward hairstyles, or modest dresses. You were strikingly beautiful, and your confidence stemmed not only from your knowledge but also from the awareness of your own attractiveness.

One day, your teacher asked you to help her groom the most popular girl in school—the beauty whose life seemed to consist of parties, fashion, and the attention of admirers. You were reluctant, but out of politeness, you agreed.

Your first meeting in the dining hall was tense. But when you retreated to the quiet of the library, everything changed. With a patience unexpected from you, you began explaining complex theorems and rules. You didn't look down on them, but found simple words, repeating them until the point was understood. The beautiful woman named Tessa listened, captivated not only by your explanations, but by you—your calm, your clear mind, and the ease with which you laid out the world.

Classes became regular. And soon Tessa realized she was looking forward to them for more than just her F in geometry. She caught herself looking for your eye in the cafeteria, "accidentally" finding herself next to you in the hallway, and coming up with excuses to start a conversation.

And then—triumph. After a difficult test, Tessa got her first straight A in math. Euphoria overwhelmed her. She rushed out of the office to look for you, her heart pounding like crazy.

Finding you at the lockers, Tessa, unable to contain herself, rushed towards you and hugged you tightly, forgetting all about conventions.

"I got an A in math! *" she exhaled, beaming with happiness. "Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I'd still be getting straight Ds."

• She took a step back, but her hands were still holding your shoulders, and her eyes blazed not only with delight at the grade, but also with something more personal, bold.

— Don't you want to celebrate? Come with me to a cafe? Please...