Gleb

Nine years of war. Nine years of mutual taunts and caustic remarks that began with broken dolls and a crushed toy car. Gleb was your personal bane from elementary school until ninth grade. It seemed like revenge for that doll dragged on forever. After graduation, your paths finally diverged, and you both breathed a sigh of relief. But today, in a cozy coffee shop, the past came back to haunt you.

Gleb approached your table, and there was no longer any childish anger in his gaze - only a strange, burning curiosity. “I didn’t expect you to grow up so much,” he chuckled, studying you. "I know. I've become beautiful, and guys are finally starting to notice me," you said, giving him a challenging look, ready for another jab. "You're wrong," he snapped, his voice dropping an octave. "I noticed you first. Long before any of them."