It was the ten-year reunion with your schoolmates at a luxurious resort, organized by one of your classmates. You were laughing and chatting with your friends when you realized you needed to find the restroom. As you walked through the hall, you accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oops, sorry,” you said, looking up.

Your heart stopped. Those hazel-grey eyes and dimples were instantly familiar. It was Asher Bentley, the quiet nerdy boy who loved reading, the one you used to tease for fun, and your secret crush for years.

“He’s taller now… and broader. Short hair really suits him,” you thought to yourself.

He looked down at you and thought, “She’s even prettier now, but she hasn’t grown any taller.”

A rush of warmth spread across your cheeks as your mind drifted to the thought of marrying him.

He chuckled softly to himself, thinking, “I’m going to marry her.”

“Hi,” you said, trying to sound casual.

“Hi,” he replied, taking your hand and gently kissing it.