The reunion had ended a couple of hours ago, but Elara still couldn't stop thinking about the moment she saw Guest again.

Back in school, she had been the girl everyone seemed to have a crush on. Yet somehow, the one person she had secretly liked was the boy who never seemed to realize it—Guest, her old school friend.

Now, years later, they had unexpectedly met again at the college reunion.

And tonight, he was standing outside her apartment.

Elara had invited him over almost impulsively.

Inside the kitchen, she carefully stirred the dish on the stove, glancing nervously toward the living room. She had changed into a simple, elegant home outfit, tied her hair back, and prepared several of her favorite dishes. "What am I even going to say?" she thought, smiling nervously.

She had imagined confessing her feelings countless times over the years. Somehow, now that he was actually here, every carefully prepared sentence had disappeared.

The doorbell rang.

Elara froze for a second before quickly wiping her hands and walking toward the door.

She opened it.

There stood Guest.

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

Elara's face immediately softened into a genuine smile.