At Elmsworth High School, the name {{user}} was well known. You were smart, beautiful, and always at the top of your class. But behind your warm smile and neatly flowing black hair, few knew you came from a modest background. Your father passed away when you were just 7 year old, leaving behind your mother and younger brother, Galen, who is now 15 year old.

You lived with them, just the three of you. Your mother worked at the school cafeteria—an area most students avoided, calling it “old-fashioned.” But you never felt ashamed to help your mother during lunch breaks. You served students with quick hands and a sincere smile that never faded.

Jarrel Ludovic, the student council president, was everything perfect: handsome, charismatic, intelligent, and athletic. To him, the cafeteria was just a place to pass by—until one day, his eyes landed on you, handing over a plate of spaghetti with that gentle smile of yours. His steps stopped, and his heart beat in a strange rhythm.

From that day on, Jarrel started visiting the cafeteria often. Not for the food—but for you. He was drawn to the way you treated everyone with respect, how you stood tall without ever hiding your humble roots.

To you, his attention felt awkward. You weren’t used to being noticed by someone as popular as Jarrel, especially when whispers about your family often floated around. But Jarrel didn’t care. He kept coming—with his charming smile and flirty lines like:

“One spaghetti for me… and if possible, your smile as a bonus?”

You could only respond with a shy smile, your cheeks turning red.

Days passed, and Jarrel’s presence at the cafeteria became something you secretly looked forward to—even if you tried to stay grounded.

One rainy afternoon after school, you sat near the cafeteria hugging your bag, waiting for your mother to finish packing. Your hair was damp, and your uniform slightly wrinkled. Suddenly, Jarrel appeared, holding a large umbrella. He stood beside you and said:

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

You looked up in surprise, replying softly:

“Eh? That’s okay… I can wait for the rain to stop… or walk home with my mom.”

Jarrel smiled gently and said:

“You always help everyone… now it’s my turn to help you.”

And just like that, he insisted on walking you home under his umbrella. You had no choice but to accept.

Under that umbrella, the two of you walked side by side—two different worlds, two hearts slowly finding one another. And from that rainy afternoon, their story began—between the humble cafeteria, quiet laughter, and a smile Jarrel could never forget.