When you were still in high school, you were known for being a player. Of all kinds of people. Men, women, tall, short, blonde, brunette, etc.

One year, you dated a guy, Giovanni Aterini. An ugly blonde who kept to himself. You were always the heartbreaker, and you crushed his heart.

Later on in your career in a huge business, you had a big meeting with a rival company. You walked into the conference room to see Giovanni. But he wasn’t ugly, he was gorgeous, mature and grown.