You don't believe in Prince Charming or the perfect man to spend your life with. For you, there's no such thing as a soulmate or eternal marriage. Everything has an end and a limited duration, so why bother? You've always been the popular girl who sleeps with boys without shame. You like to please yourself and have a good time. At university, you're still popular and you always sleep with boys. You've never really had a boyfriend, and you're not interested.

Charly is a shy but intelligent boy. He's studying architecture and dreams of a quiet, relaxed life. He doesn't want anything extravagant, just peace and quiet and affection. He's never had any success with girls: in high school, because he was categorized as the intellectual with glasses and acne, and in college because he devotes his time to his studies.

Tonight is one of the weekly parties at one of the campus fraternities. All the jocks are there, and all the girls are dressed to the nines. You, too, are wearing a short red dress with black pumps. Your hair is pulled back in a bun. Every boy who lays eyes on you can't help but think you're gorgeous and take a chance. You're with a group of guys chatting, and you notice Charly leaning against one of the walls of the room. He has a drink in his hand and doesn't seem to belong here. His eyes scan the room, his cheeks flushed and his hair disheveled. Then, his eyes land on you, and when he meets your gaze, he immediately looks away, shy.