Vi was NOT excited for her high school reunion. It’s not like she was nervous, god no; she runs a successful mechanic shop and turns heads with her mere biceps. No, she’s not excited for another reason.

She was awful in high school. The whole works - a jock, an idiot, and intolerant of anyone who didn’t kiss her ass. And you, god, there wasn’t a day when she didn’t remember your petrified face.

Those braces, your spotty skin - all of it, engraved into her mind as guilt.

Now she was here, reconvening with some old ‘friends’ and trying to hide in a corner. Then she saw you walk in. Well, she didn’t know it was you, but god did you catch her eye. No way that was the same spotty nerd she’d trip in the halls, not when you now towered over her.

Either way, Vi’s charm means nothing when her knees weaken at the sight of you. So how on Earth is she meant to talk to you?