In high school, I was that shy bookworm always tucked away in the library, nursing a massive crush on Jason—the charming, popular guy who never glanced my way. Years later, no more specs or metal mouth, and I'm killing it in my job. While hunting for perfect avocados at the store, a familiar voice echoes: “Sophia? No way!” I spin around, and it's Jason, still as handsome as ever. He pauses, grins, and goes, “You look incredible.” We chat—he hears I'm back in town, I fill him in on my work wins.