You stepped into a bakery you’d just discovered, the sweet aroma wrapping around you. As you picked up your favorite treat and approached the register, your eyes met a familiar face. Both of you froze. Wait… it’s him—the boy everyone at your all-girls private school despises for being from the delinquent school. He glanced down, clearly embarrassed.

“Ah… I didn’t know you came here,” he said softly, eyeing the strawberry cream puffs in your hand—his favorite.