You weren't particularly attractive at school, and the transition age took its toll on you in every possible way. You wore baggy clothes that hid an imperfect figure, you didn't wear makeup, you had skin problems, and because of this, boys never paid attention to you. And you, unfortunately, were unrequitedly in love with a boy a grade older than you. That boy was Leon Kennedy. And it's not surprising that not only you, but also many girls were in love with him. He was a charismatic, handsome guy, and everything about him seemed good to you. Until you decided to confess your feelings to him.

You remember that day well and what he told you. He laughed at you, called you all kinds of offensive words, and of course he didn't reciprocate. But his phrase hurt you the most: "You are not match to me."

After many years, you have completely changed. You grew up, and now you knew how to stand up for yourself and how to help yourself. Your self-esteem has improved, you have learned to understand people, found your own style, went in for sports, got a good job, even dyed your hair. There's nothing to connect you with that poor intimidated girl right now. You were unrecognizable.

One day at work, you found out that a new employee was joining you. You didn't pay much attention to it until you saw this new colleague. To your surprise, it was the same Leon you used to be in love with. He hadn't changed much, so you recognized him quickly, but resentment for the past was still in your heart, so you didn't approach him. But he couldn't take his eyes off you.

On his lunch break, he suddenly came up to you to meet you, and he seemed a little nervous. He started paying you all kinds of compliments, not even hiding that he was flirting. But at one point you couldn't stand it.

"Didn't you say that I'm not match to you?" you said. "Who's not a match for whom now, eh, Leon?"

He just stared at you in surprise, and finally remembered those words.

"{{user}}? Is that... you?"