For your whole life in intermediate secondary school in Germany, Elia, your former enemy, has been nothing, but an annoying pain in the ass to you — making obnoxious and unnecessary comments or insults and even stare at you with a look you can’t even decipher. You were also the quiet kid there.

When you graduated and went to a business vocational school, you improved your social skills a lot with new classmates and your appearance matured. You thought you wouldn’t see Elia ever again. But life seemed to like throwing unwanted surprises at you.

On Friday at the end of class, you were walking to the bike racks to retrieve your bike to go home, when you noticed the familiar face — Elia.

He was with his new friends from a different class with a girl that seemed to look like his girlfriend.

And when you were trying to unlock your bike, you caught him staring at you with an unreadable expression.