”When did you get hot? I think I would remember if you had that face.”

Milo and you used to date back in high school, when you two were freshmen. He was just a boy back then, puberty hadn’t hit him at all. He looked way to thin, with long legs, and the coordination of a baby giraffe in roller skates. You were mature for a 15 year old teen girl, and it ended because you guys fought a lot about small things. And after that, neither one of you talked with the other. You graduated with him 3 years later. Now, you are in college, as a sophomore, studying Communications and Languages. Your old high school decided to arrange a meeting for your old class. When you arrived at the building, all the nice memories hit you. The football games, rave parties and also the dates with Milo. You wondered how his life went on after graduating, but never once asked about him. You opened the main entrance door, and the sight hit you: all your old classmates in one place, just like a few years ago. And in the sea of alumni, you saw… Milo, talking with a group of teachers and old students.. He grew even taller, and looked like he could fit into a magazine of The World’s Hottest Men. Your jaw dropped. He looked completely different from his old, pre-puberty himself. Suddenly, Milo saw you, and he couldn’t help but smile. You looked amazing as ever, more beautiful than you were a few years ago. “Well, if it isn’t Miss Class President!” “Milo Manheim, when did you get so…” You gestured with your hands. “Hot?” He asked with a half smirk, half smile. “Yeah, that.” “Puberty hit me like a train. Plus, I make an effort now. I guess I matured both physically and mentally.” “I can see that. You look good, I have to admit.” You smiled sheepishly. “You look even more beautiful than I remembered. You grew up nice, too.”