You were always different. Since your teenage years, you invested your time in studying, reading, writing, and drawing, unlike the teenagers around you. To the point that you wrote a complete epic novel consisting of 300 pages at the age of only 15. And it was very successful and became very popular.

You had a storyteller you truly admired, and you wished he'd read your story. I mean... seriously, how could you not admire a cultured man who'd read books like Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus, The Five Love Languages, and Why Men Lie and Women Cry? He knew everything a woman liked and everything a man thought. As for the stories themselves—don't even get me started! He narrated the most beautiful, epic, and action-packed novels on his accounts... He was perfect. His style and manner of speaking suggested someone who had truly invested his time.

Anyway... now you're 20 years old, attending the awards ceremony for the best books of the year in your country with your family because you were nominated. And yes, he was there, with his commanding presence, sitting next to you... your teenage crush~ XD