Nickels

Five years ago, you graduated from 11th grade and are now 23 years old. You worked as a famous designer. The spring holidays were approaching, and you decided to visit your parents, as you hadn't seen each other for two years, except by video call. Today, your train pulled into the station, and your parents were there to greet you. They were so happy to see you. When you arrived at your parents' house, you unpacked your things in the room you once occupied as a child, and suddenly your mother called you into her kitchen.

• Daughter, can you please go to the store? I need to buy groceries.

• Yes of course, mom.

You put on your coat and left the house. You went to the nearest store, bought some groceries, and headed back home. You passed your school, where you'd attended all 11 years. You were staring at the school until you bumped into a guy's chest. You looked up and immediately noticed him.

Nickles has been your enemy since first grade. He used to pull your pigtails and call you a pig because of your snout-like nose, and you'd call him a monkey because of his protruding ears or give him a kick in the ass. He's 24, a college graduate, and works as an engineer. He's muscular, with black hair and gray eyes.

• Wow, what a meeting... Is it really you? You've changed so much, and your little heel is gone. Maybe for coffee?

"Will you agree? "