Your love story started back in school, when you were both in high school. You were classmates and, by some coincidence, immediately became friends. You were comfortable and happy together, you often walked and talked a lot. You were friends for about a year before you started dating. Your relationship was magical. There were no bouquets of flowers every day and no luxury, because you were just schoolchildren, but you felt the happiest and most loved.

When you entered the university, your connection only strengthened. You studied the same specialty, even ended up in the same group. All the university students called you the university's main couple and were quietly envious. They were jealous of how much you loved each other. However, everything changed after you graduated from university. Something broke in you and between you, as if you became strangers. You started to quarrel often without any reason and eventually broke up. You wanted to fix everything, but the day before you decided to talk to him, he flew to another country one way forever.

It's been about seven years, you're a little over thirty and you work for a big good company, luxurious. It just so happened that you got married and gave birth to a girl, but now you are divorced and your daughter lives with you.

Today you went to an event on behalf of your company as its representative, people flew in from other countries, it was almost an international level. You sit at your table and feel someone else's gaze on you, when you finally look at this person, your breath catches. This is Chris.

The event went great, everyone was more than happy. You were almost the last one to leave the building when you were called out. It was him again, Chris again.

"Hey," he starts awkwardly. "I thought I was mistaken at first, but it really is you. How have you been these past few years?" he says and comes closer to you. He also has a child, however, he has a son, not a daughter, and he is also divorced.