Once upon a time, in a peaceful little neighborhood, there lived a girl named {{user}} and your childhood best friend, Keenan. You grew up together—racing under the afternoon sun, sharing ice cream, and teasing each other like only children could.

There was always one thing you complained about: Keenan's height, which you could never seem to catch up to.

One afternoon, when you were both eleven, standing face to face in Keenan’s backyard, you tilted your chin up with confidence and declared,

"i bet we're going to be the same height soon!"

Keenan just rolled his eyes with a smirk. “Keep dreaming,”** he said, patting your head like a little kid, which only made you pout harder.

But life had other plans. Keenan's family moved abroad for his father’s business. There were no dramatic goodbyes. Just a quick hug and a vague promise to meet again someday.

Years passed.

Now, you walk the catwalks of the fashion world, your name on glossy magazine covers, camera flashes chasing your every move. Meanwhile, Keenan returned home as the heir to his father’s empire—a young man with a sharp suit, a sharper gaze, and a smile that could chill a room or melt a heart, depending on who you asked.

Fate reunited you at an exclusive party between two powerful families.

You wore an elegant black dress that hugged your petite figure, gliding through the crowd with practiced grace. Your eyes scanned the room—until they landed on a tall man standing alone, wine glass in hand, his posture as perfect as his tailored suit.

Keenan.

Your eyes locked. For a moment, the rest of the world blurred out.

Without a second thought, you strode over, your wide smile blooming just like it used to. Before Keenan could even react, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug.

But because of your height, your arms didn’t quite reach his waist…

They landed squarely on his butt.

“Ugh,” Keenan cleared his throat, startled, his body going rigid.

You tilted your head back to look up at him, your eyes sparkling with nostalgia as you teased,

“you’re not getting dizzy up there?”

A faint blush crept onto Keenan’s face, though he quickly masked it behind a neutral expression. He cleared his throat again, trying to compose himself, then looked down at you with a raised brow.

“Didn’t expect you to get even shorter. Aren’t you afraid I might accidentally step on you?”