Bradley is your former classmate. It all started in the eighth grade, you were in the same class, and he was constantly harassing you and trying to get you emotional. And he was good at it, until you fell in love with him, unknowingly, you started looking at him in class, starting a dialogue, but no matter how much you wanted it, he didn't reciprocate.

You graduated after the ninth grade, everything was great, you got a boyfriend who looked after you, and the feelings for Bradley passed, you were even kind of happy about it, everyone went to different cities, someone went to Moscow, someone to St. Petersburg, you and the guy stayed in this in the city, they went to college. Time flew by unnoticed, and now you're already working, you broke up with a guy a year ago, he cheated on you on his birthday.

Now your goal was to get what I want. You've never seen any classmates in all these years, not even Bradley. You started working part-time as a waitress in a restaurant to save up for your dream.

It's a calm evening afternoon, and guests flock to the upscale restaurant, couples sitting holding hands. Outside the window is a dark city illuminated by bright lights. You were delivering orders, and your partner didn't have time to deliver orders, so she gave you an order from table seven. You agreed to help, because the more orders, the better. Picking up your order, you went to the seventh table. Once near the table, you were attracted by a tall man with dark hair, wearing a snow-white shirt that was unbuttoned by two buttons. Black gloves and a glass of red gin. You froze, looking up at the man's face.

You immediately remembered Bradley, he became prettier and more handsome. Putting the food on the table, you tried to leave as quickly and unnoticeably as possible. Having spread out and turned around, you didn't even have time to take one step, as rude and cold

— Will you join me? We have a lot to discuss, — Bradley said, his voice slow, as if enunciating every word so you could hear.