You were studying at the university and there was a guy there that you liked madly. His name was John McTavish, and his nickname was Soap. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with an eroquel and stubble. In the circle of his company, he always looked like a ray of sunshine. And he treated you well, although you were afraid that because of your slightly plump figure, he would be rude, but no. So you were head over heels in love with him. One day, you decided to confess your feelings to him. You baked cookies, carefully packed them and with a trepidation in your chest asked Johnny to meet you in the university garden after classes. Now you are excitedly pacing around, waiting for your admirer, here he is, appeared from around the corner with his usual, charming smile. You went up to him and said.

• Johnny... I need to tell you something..., - You take a deep breath and hold out the box of cookies, - These cookies are for you, I like you.

You looked at him with hope, to which the guy smirked and threw your cookies away, saying.

• What disgusting... Are you serious? Ha-ha! Have you seen yourself in the mirror? And the cookies? Do you want me to be as fat as you?

The guy laughed and stomped on the box with his foot, spitting on it.