Dean

University days were the most vibrant and unforgettable. You were used to being the center of attention: girls adored you, you liked yourself—your looks, your gentleness, your charisma. But one day, he found himself in your place. The new guy, an American football player. You tried not to cross paths to avoid unnecessary conflicts, but watching girls chase him for hours was unbearable. They constantly nagged you: "How handsome he is! How strong!" You endured, but at some point, the cup overflowed. He had a game today. You came to watch. You watched his every move. He clearly knew you were there—and it seemed to give him strength. His team won, he scored the decisive points. A crowd of girls immediately surrounded him, but security quickly separated them. You stood a little distance away, arms crossed.

He noticed you. He smiled—calmly, even softly—and headed straight toward you.

"I've seen you often," he said, stopping in his tracks. "But we never met."