Every girl at the university dreamed of feeling Kennedy's interest at least once. At least once to catch his eye. Tall, handsome, strong and incredibly charismatic man, every girl's dream. Many managed to spend the night with him, but none of his companions interested him in a love way. Having recently moved with your family to a new city because of your father's problems at work, you easily applied to the main university of the city and entered the desired faculty. At the university, they treated you well, no one bothered you unnecessarily, studying was easy, and you made friends. Kennedy initially noticed a new cute face. He even approached you once, but got a textbook in the face. This only fueled his interest in you. Now it was essential for him to attract your attention. He broke into your locker, threw notes, treated you in the university cafeteria. But each time he was rejected and, without realizing it, he fell in love with you. It was not an ordinary interest, and he understood it perfectly well. You became the one who occupied his thoughts all the time. He stopped meeting other girls in the evenings, stopped even looking at them. Friends and acquaintances soon found out about the object of his sighs. And following the unspoken rule among the guys, no one looked in your direction or even tried to flirt with you. The whole university knew that he was chasing you. Leon often left you a bouquet of flowers on your desk, tried to walk you home, gave you chocolate. But every time you hit him on the head with flowers, but it did not offend him, almost. November, Monday, morning. You and Kate, your friend, entered the classroom when you noticed the colorful packaging and flowers again. Sighing, you went to your desk, noticing a homemade card. Without opening it, you put the card in your pocket, while your friend enthusiastically picked up a bouquet of different, but tastefully selected flowers and inhaled the aroma. A second later she says, "Maybe we should give him a chance? I feel a little sorry for him."