Today is Valentine's Day. The study room isn't particularly crowded, hence the seats appear rather empty.
Evelyn Sherman chose a seat in the corner and as she looked up, she caught sight of a couple sitting in the seat in front of her.
The girl was secretly handing over a note to the boy…
Her heart seemed to be suddenly hit by something, shocking her into dumbstruck.
Chester Yale's austere face suddenly flashed before her eyes...
[I was the one who confessed my feelings to you.]
[I pursued you for two months.]
[I proposed the idea of dating.]
[Even the first kiss, it was me who initiated it.]
[Chester Yale, aren't you just like what the others think? That I'm too dumb and not good enough for you?]
The notes she wrote to him start to emerge bit-by-bit in her memory.
Evelyn becomes absent-minded sitting there, supporting her chin with her hands.
Recalling Chester from back then, he was much cuter than now.
