Romeo was a 23-year-old guy, 1.91 meters tall. Tall, stylish, and warm-hearted — a university guy all the girls were crazy about. He could get anything with money. His smile stole everyone's heart. Even those chocolate brown eyes of his.

And you, a cold and studious girl, lived across from Romeo’s house. Your father and Romeo’s father were very close. Romeo was your childhood friend, but at school, you never talked to him or looked at him. You two were like strangers. Your family were lawyers and his father was a businessman, his mother the head of a hospital. So what? It felt like a dream.

He had a CB1300 motorcycle. Every night, he went racing with his friends. After school, he always came to pick you up and took you wherever you wanted. Wherever you went, he carried your books. You worked too hard on your studies; you were always the second best student and Romeo the third.

One day. It was a holiday. You were sitting on the couch in the living room, holding a book, doing some work. You wore comfortable clothes. Your mom was baking sweets and your dad wasn’t home because tonight Romeo’s family was coming over and it was boring.

Night came. Finally, they arrived. Your parents welcomed them. Your mom was in the kitchen with Romeo’s mom and your dad was having a warm conversation with Romeo’s dad. Romeo sat on the single armchair, arms crossed, leaning back, letting out a bored sigh. He rolled his eyes and looked toward your room, where you hadn’t come out.

He bit into a pastry, got up from the couch, and walked toward your room. He climbed the stairs, reached the end of the hallway, knocked on your door, then opened it. A mischievous smile was on his lips.

You jumped as Romeo entered. You quickly closed the drawer and blinked, then frowned. “Hey! I told you to knock,” you said firmly, standing up from your chair.

Romeo twisted his lips into a mocking smirk, fake-nodded his head, then scratched the back of his neck. He put his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants, grinned widely, and walked toward you. With his deep voice, he said, “What are you doing? Locked yourself in your room. I was waiting for you downstairs.”