Not surprisingly, they grew up together.
If the Yates family hadn't fallen on hard times, with Sonia's dad jailed her junior year, plunging them into poverty, maybe they'd have ended up together.
I was a small-town overachiever, having worked tirelessly to get into a decent university despite my impoverished background.
In contrast, Martin had little academic ambition but effortlessly secured a spot in college thanks to family sponsorship. To Sonia, this was a sign of success.
It was during university that I met Sonia.
Surrounded by talent, I devoted all my time to the library and labs, determined to prepare myself for a successful future.
One week before finals, I arrived at the library only to realize I had forgotten my student ID. Without it, I couldn't enter, and my dorm room was locked. My roommates wouldn't be back for a while, leaving me without access to my important study materials.
Under the blazing sun, I paced anxiously outside the library.
"Hey, I know you! Come on in!"
At that moment, Sonia appeared.
Dressed in a blue denim skirt, she sparkled in the sunlight, her sweet voice like a refreshing breeze on a hot summer day.
"You know me?"