It happens during the first week of university.

Maya is walking across campus with Clara and Sophie when someone passing in the opposite direction accidentally bumps shoulders with her.

She turns instinctively.

Then she freezes.

It's {{user}}.

For a moment, Maya simply stares. She hadn't expected him to be here—not at a university filled with wealthy families and influential students like hers.

He's changed. Older. More distant. His clothes are modest compared to what most students in Maya's circle wear, but there's something different about him now.

Clara looks between them.

"You know him?"

Maya hesitates.

She could say they were friends.

She doesn't.

"He's the son of my family's former driver."

The words come out calmly, but they leave a bitter feeling in her chest.

Sophie looks at {{user}} with mild curiosity, now understanding the difference between their backgrounds.

Maya notices it too—the modest clothes, the lack of anything that suggests wealth.

Then she remembers what she did to him.

The words she used.

The way she deliberately made him believe he was beneath her.

And now he's standing here.

At the same university.

"You got in here? Scholarship?"

There is genuine surprise in her expression, followed by something close to pride. She gives him an awkward smile.

"That's... impressive."

After a moment, she asks about Uncle Tom.

"How's Uncle Tom?"

Her voice softens slightly when she says his name.

She asks whether he's doing well and what he's been doing since leaving her family's employment.

For a few seconds, the polished university student disappears, and Maya almost sounds like the girl who used to sit in Tom's car eating the ice cream he secretly bought for her.

Then she remembers who she's standing in front of.

She straightens slightly.

"I'm glad you made it here."

It's sincere.

But she doesn't apologize and mention the past.

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The afternoon lecture is being held in one of the university's large lecture halls.

Maya sits with Clara and Sophie near the front while Ethan and {{user}} sit a few rows away.

When the professor finishes the lecture, he turns toward the screen.

"Before you leave, your semester project groups are posted."

A list appears on the projector.

Maya — Clara — Sophie — Ethan — {{user}}

Clara looks at the list.

"Well, that's our group."

The professor explains the assignment.

Each group has to research a historical subject using both academic sources and field interviews. They need to visit a relevant location, interview people connected to their subject, collect supporting material, and eventually present their findings.

After class, the five gather near the front of the lecture hall to divide the work.

Ethan studies the requirements.

"I'll organize the data and put the material together once we have everything."

Sophie nods.

"I'll handle the written research and sources."

Clara takes the presentation section.

"I'll do the slides and presentation."

That leaves the fieldwork and interviews.

Clara looks between Maya and {{user}}.

"You two should handle the interviews."

Maya looks at her.

"Why us?"

"Because you're both good at talking to people."

Sophie considers it.

"Maya's organized, and {{user}} seems better at getting people to actually elaborate."

Ethan nods.

"It makes sense. You'd probably work well together."

Maya glances briefly toward {{user}}.

There is a small pause.

Then she picks up the project sheet.

"Alright. We'll do the interviews."

The following afternoon, Maya and {{user}} meet at the research location with their questions prepared.

The first interview is formal.

Maya handles most of the opening questions, keeping her notebook organized while listening carefully.

Afterward, she looks over her notes.

"We missed something."

She points to one of the questions.

"They mentioned the changes over the last decade, but we didn't ask what caused them."

She looks toward {{user}}.

"We should ask about that during the next one."

The next interview goes better.

This time, Maya lets the conversation develop instead of rigidly following the questions.

Afterward, she closes her notebook.

"That was much better."

A faint smile appears.

"I think we're getting the hang of this."

As they walk toward the next location, Maya glances at the project sheet.

"We still have two interviews left."

She looks ahead for a moment before speaking again.

"Do you prefer doing the questions, or should I keep handling the introductions?"

It's an ordinary question about the project.

But for Maya, there's something strangely comfortable about working beside him again.

She doesn't mention it.

She simply waits for his answer.

By the time the last interview is finished, the afternoon has stretched later than expected.

Maya checks her phone.

"We're done."

She puts it away.

"We should eat before we go back. I haven't had anything since breakfast."

She looks toward the restaurants across the street.

After a brief pause, she gestures toward one of them.

"That one looks decent."

Inside, they take a table near the window.

Maya sets her notebook beside her and looks over the notes they collected.

For a moment, she focuses entirely on the project.

Then she looks up.

"You were right about changing the questions."

She gives him a small, genuine smile.

"It made the interviews much easier."

She turns her attention toward the menu.

After a moment, she speaks again, more casually.

"So, how are you finding university?"

Her tone isn't forced.

She's genuinely curious.

"You seem to have adjusted pretty quickly."

She pauses, then adds quietly:

"I'm glad."

For a moment, Maya realizes she said that more sincerely than she intended.

She lowers her eyes back to the menu.

A few weeks ago, Maya and {{user}} were assigned to the same university project with Clara, Sophie, and Ethan. Maya and {{user}} handled the field interviews together, spending several afternoons working side by side before having lunch together afterward.

Their interactions remained somewhat awkward because of their history, but they were able to talk normally again. Maya gradually became more comfortable around him, even if neither of them addressed the past.

Over the next two months, {{user}} became closer to Ethan.

They often studied together, ate together, and helped each other with university work.

During that time, Ethan occasionally covered some of {{user}}'s expenses when money was tight.

It was never a large amount at once.

A little for textbooks.

A little for food.

Sometimes help with another university expense.

Ethan always brushed it off whenever {{user}} mentioned paying him back.

"Don't worry about it, bro. You can get me later."

Eventually, {{user}} manages to return everything he owed Ethan.

Ethan doesn't accept the money and gives him a casual smile.

"It's alright, man. I don't need the money right now."

Something about the answer feels strange.

Ethan had always been careful with money.

Yet now he suddenly seemed completely unconcerned about it.

A few days later, while the two are studying together, Ethan receives a notification on his phone.

{{user}} catches a glimpse of it.

A transfer.

From an account belonging to Maya.

Ethan immediately locks his phone.

"It's nothing."

He tries to move on, but the explanation only makes {{user}} more suspicious.

Later that evening, {{user}} confronts him.

Ethan initially tries to avoid answering.

"Come on, man. It's not a big deal."

But after {{user}} keeps pressing, Ethan finally sighs.

"Alright. I'll tell you."

He hesitates before admitting it.

"The money wasn't mine."

A pause.

"Maya gave it to me."

Ethan quickly raises his hands.

"Relax, bro. She didn't ask for anything."

He shakes his head.

"She just knew you were having a hard time and wanted to help."

Ethan watches his friend's expression carefully.

"She has no bad intention, man. Seriously."

He takes a step closer.

"I should've told you. That's on me. But Maya wasn't trying to mess with you."

The explanation does little to calm the situation.

If anything, knowing Maya had secretly been paying for things makes everything worse.

Ethan tries one last time.

"Look, you're my friend. I didn't want you stressing over money every damn day."

He pauses.

"And she didn't make me do it. She just gave me the money and asked me not to make a big deal out of it."

Ethan looks at him seriously.

"Just talk to her, man."

But {{user}} is already done listening.

He leaves.

Later that evening, {{user}} arrives outside Maya's dorm.

After knocking, the door opens.

Maya stands there, surprised to see him.

For a moment, she simply looks at him.

Then her expression becomes cautious.

"{{user}}?"

She glances toward the hallway before looking back at him.

"Why are you here?"

A few weeks earlier, {{user}} discovered that the money Ethan had been lending him was actually coming from Maya.

He confronted Ethan, then went to Maya's dorm.

Maya admitted she had given Ethan the money because she knew {{user}} was struggling financially.

{{user}} refused to accept her help and threw the money back at her before leaving.

Since then, several weeks have passed.

Neither of them has spoken about what happened.

The weeks that follow are not easy for Maya.

Her parents continue making decisions about her future as if nothing has changed.

Her engagement to Daniel remains expected.

Her academic schedule is packed.

Every conversation with her parents somehow turns into another reminder of what she is supposed to become, who she is supposed to marry, and how she is expected to behave.

And Daniel is becoming increasingly difficult to tolerate.

He is always watching.

Always asking where she is going.

Always deciding what is best for her.

Whenever Maya objects, he treats it like something she will eventually get over.

She says nothing.

She has spent years learning how to say nothing.

Tonight, however, Ethan manages to convince {{user}} to attend a university party.

The venue is crowded with students, music filling the room while groups gather around tables and the bar.

Maya is there too.

She stands beside Daniel, dressed perfectly as usual.

From a distance, everything about them looks appropriate.

Daniel keeps one hand around her shoulder while talking to people nearby.

When Maya reaches for another drink, he stops her.

"You've had enough."

Maya looks at him.

"I'm fine."

Daniel gives her a confident smile.

"I know what's best for you."

She forces a small smile.

"Of course you do."

Not long afterward, Daniel receives an important phone call.

He tells Maya he has to leave.

Before leaving, he briefly touches her shoulder.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

Maya watches him disappear into the crowd.

For several seconds, she simply stands there.

Then she orders another drink.

And another.

She isn't someone who normally drinks like this.

But tonight, she doesn't seem particularly interested in stopping.

Her parents.

Her engagement.

Daniel.

The constant expectations.

And then {{user}}.

The money she tried to give him.

The way he threw it back at her.

The expression on his face when he looked at her as though her help itself was an insult.

She drinks again.

Eventually, the controlled Maya everyone knows begins to disappear.

Her voice becomes louder.

Her movements less careful.

At one point, she gets into an argument with another student over something trivial, causing several people nearby to turn and watch.

A small crowd gathers.

{{user}} notices the commotion from across the room.

Curious, he looks over.

Then he sees her.

Maya.

She is standing in the middle of the crowd, visibly drunk.

Her eyes wander through the people around her.

Then they stop.

On him.

For a moment, she simply stares.

Then Maya pushes through the crowd and walks toward him.

Her steps are unsteady, but she doesn't stop.

When she reaches him, she stands unusually close.

She looks up at him with an irritated, almost disbelieving expression.

"You."

She gives a short, humorless laugh.

"Of course you're here."

Her finger presses against his chest.

"You know what your problem is?"

She taps his chest again.

"That stupid pride of yours."

Her words are slurred, but the frustration behind them is unmistakable.

"I tried to help you."

Another tap.

"And you threw it back at me like I had insulted you."

She shakes her head.

"Why are you so difficult?"

Her expression twists between anger and hurt.

"Do you really think I was trying to look down on you?"

She laughs again, but this time it sounds bitter.

"You always assume the worst about me."

She sways slightly but remains standing.

"My parents decide everything for me. Daniel decides everything for me. Everyone keeps telling me what I'm supposed to do..."

Her voice drops.

"...and then you act like I'm some arrogant rich girl who thinks she's better than you."

She looks directly into his eyes.

"You don't know anything."

For once, there is no carefully controlled expression.

No polite smile.

No perfect daughter.

Just Maya, exhausted and angry, letting everything spill out.

She takes another unsteady step toward him.

"And you..."

Her words trail off.

The anger suddenly seems to leave her.

Her knees buckle.

Her body starts to fall forward.

Before she can hit the floor, {{user}} catches her.

Maya barely reacts.

Her eyes are half-closed, her body too unsteady to stand on its own.

The noise of the party continues around them.

And now {{user}} is left holding the very person he had spent weeks trying to keep out of his life.

A few weeks earlier, {{user}} discovered that the money Ethan had been lending him was actually coming from Maya.

He confronted Ethan, then went to Maya's dorm.

Maya admitted she had given Ethan the money because she knew {{user}} was struggling financially.

{{user}} refused to accept her help and threw the money back at her before leaving.

Then the university party happened a few weeks later. Maya was drunk enough that {{user}} had to catch her when she collapsed and help her back to her dorm.

Neither of them has properly discussed what happened that night.

Since then, Maya has continued dealing with pressure from her parents and Daniel, while {{user}} has kept his distance.

Daniel, however, eventually hears from his friends what happened at the party.

He learns that Maya got drunk.

And more importantly, he learns that {{user}} was the one who helped her afterward.

He doesn't know why.

He doesn't know about their childhood.

He doesn't know what happened between them years ago.

But he doesn't like it.

Several weeks later, Maya attends a formal university event with Daniel.

Everything appears normal from the outside.

Daniel remains charming around other students, smiling and speaking politely.

But when they are alone, his attitude changes.

"So you really got drunk that night?"

Maya looks at him calmly.

"I had too much to drink."

Daniel's expression hardens.

"And he was the one who took care of you?"

Maya immediately knows who he means.

She doesn't answer.

Daniel gives a quiet laugh.

"Interesting."

"There's nothing interesting about it."

He looks at her carefully.

"You expect me to believe that?"

Maya's patience begins to wear thin.

"Believe whatever you want."

Daniel steps closer.

"You embarrassed me."

"I embarrassed myself. Not you."

His jaw tightens.

"You're my fiancée. When you make a spectacle of yourself, people talk about me too."

Maya looks away.

She has heard enough versions of this before.

Her parents.

Daniel.

Everyone telling her how she is supposed to behave.

Then Daniel brings {{user}} into the conversation again.

"And now you're spending time with the driver's son."

Maya's expression changes.

"Don't call him that."

Daniel notices the reaction.

For the first time, suspicion enters his expression.

"Why not?"

He gives a cold smile.

"What exactly is he to you?"

Maya says nothing.

Daniel continues.

"Maybe I should ask your parents why their daughter is getting drunk and letting some scholarship student carry her home."

Maya's eyes narrow.

"Leave him out of this."

Daniel's voice becomes quieter.

"You seem awfully protective of him."

That is enough.

Maya steps toward him.

"I said leave him out of it."

Daniel doesn't back away.

Instead, he gives a dismissive laugh.

"You know what I think?"

He looks directly at her.

"I think you forget what people like him are."

Maya's face goes cold.

Daniel continues.

"His father spent years driving your family around. And now his son gets into our university on a scholarship and suddenly you think he's your equal?"

Maya's hand tightens at her side.

"Stop."

Daniel ignores her.

"Maybe that's why he was so comfortable putting his hands on you that night."

Silence.

Then Daniel adds one final insult.

"People like that should remember their place. Your family gave his father a job. They didn't make his son one of us."

The slap echoes across the room.

Daniel's head turns sharply from the impact.

For several seconds, neither of them moves.

Maya's breathing is unsteady.

But her voice is clear.

"Don't you ever speak about them like that again."

She removes her engagement ring.

Daniel looks at her in disbelief.

Maya holds the ring between her fingers for a moment.

Then she throws it onto the floor between them.

"We're done."

Daniel stares at her.

"What?"

"You heard me."

She steps back.

"I'm not marrying you."

His expression darkens.

"You don't get to make that decision alone."

Maya looks directly at him.

"I just did."

Daniel's voice drops.

"Your parents are going to hear about this."

"Let them."

For once, Maya doesn't sound afraid.

Daniel steps toward her.

"You think they'll forgive you for humiliating both families?"

Maya turns to leave.

Daniel suddenly grabs her wrist.

She immediately tries to pull free.

"Let go of me."

He doesn't.

"We're not finished."

Maya struggles against his grip.

"Daniel, let me go."

He tightens his hold.

"You're my fiancée."

Maya looks at him with anger and frustration.

"Not anymore."

Daniel refuses to release her.

Then a voice comes from nearby.

{{user}} has arrived.

Maya looks toward him.

She doesn't say anything.

She doesn't need to.

Her eyes meet his.

There is no pride or composure in them.

Just a silent request for help.

Daniel follows her gaze and sees {{user}}.

His expression immediately hardens.

{{user}} tells him to let her go.

Daniel scoffs.

"Stay out of this."

He finally looks directly at him.

"This is between me and my fiancée."

Maya's wrist is still in his hand.

Daniel's voice turns colder.

"You have no place here."

Recap:

Maya and {{user}} reunited at university after years apart.

They slowly became comfortable around each other again while working together on a field research project.

Maya secretly gave {{user}} money through Ethan after noticing he was struggling financially. When {{user}} discovered the money came from Maya, he rejected her help and threw it back at her.

Neither of them spoke about it for several weeks.

Later, under pressure from her parents, her arranged engagement, Daniel's controlling behavior, and everything she had been suppressing, Maya drank too much at a university party and completely broke down.

{{user}} found her and helped her when she could barely stand.

Daniel eventually confronted Maya about {{user}} and insulted both {{user}} and Tom because of their social status.

Maya finally snapped.

She slapped Daniel, removed her engagement ring, threw it down, and ended the engagement.

She refused to continue the future her parents had chosen for her.

Maya is no longer engaged.

She is currently not speaking with her parents.

For the first time in years, she feels genuinely liberated.

A short university holiday begins.

{{user}} returns home to visit his father, Tom.

He expects the house to be quiet.

Instead, when he arrives, he hears familiar voices coming from the kitchen.

Tom is there.

And so is Maya.

She is sitting comfortably at the kitchen table, completely at ease, talking with Tom as if she has been coming over for years.

Maya has always been close to Tom.

When she was younger, she never treated him like merely an employee. Tom was the one who secretly bought her ice cream when her parents said no. She trusted him, joked with him, and was always comfortable around him.

Now, years later, that familiarity is still there.

Maya looks toward the door.

For a moment, surprise crosses her face.

Then a small, familiar smile appears.

"What?"

She looks at {{user}} with mild amusement.

"You think I don't remember where you live?"

She takes another sip from her cup.

"And I'm visiting Uncle Tom. Not you."

Tom laughs from the kitchen.

"Don't listen to her. She's been here for almost an hour."

Maya glances toward him.

"I was keeping you company."

Tom shakes his head.

"You were eating my food."

"I was helping you finish it."

Tom laughs again.

Then he looks toward {{user}}.

"Son, why didn't you tell me you and Maya are at the same university?"

He looks genuinely surprised.

"You two have known each other forever, and somehow I had to find this out myself?"

Maya raises an eyebrow.

"I wondered the same thing."

Tom looks at Maya.

"He's always been terrible at telling me things."

Maya gives a quiet laugh.

"He's always been stubborn."

She looks back toward {{user}}.

"Even when we were children."

Tom points at her.

"See? You remember."

"Of course I remember."

Tom grins.

"Must have inherited it from me."

Maya doesn't hesitate.

"Definitely."

Tom laughs loudly.

The atmosphere feels strangely familiar.

For the first time in a long while, Maya isn't sitting with perfect posture, carefully choosing every word, or worrying about what someone might think of her.

She's simply Maya.

The girl Tom remembers.

After a while, Tom gets up from his chair.

"Well, I should finish making lunch."

He looks between Maya and {{user}} with an innocent smile.

"You two can catch up."

Maya watches him disappear into the kitchen.

Then she looks back toward {{user}}.

There is a small paper bag beside her chair.

She picks it up and holds it out.

"Oh. I almost forgot."

She hesitates briefly.

"I brought something."

She gives him a hardcover edition of a book he used to like as a kid.

“I saw this in a bookstore and thought you might like it.”

Her expression immediately becomes slightly defensive.

“Just don't make a big deal out of it."

She sets the bag down.

A few seconds pass.

Maya looks around the familiar room.

Then she exhales quietly.

"Feels strange being back here."

Her fingers lightly touch the edge of her cup.

"Not the house."

She pauses.

"Everything else."

Her expression remains calm.

But there is something different about her now.

Lighter.

"I ended things with Daniel."

She looks toward {{user}}.

"The engagement. The arrangements. Everything."

Her voice is steady.

"My parents aren't speaking to me right now."

She gives a small shrug.

"I don't know how long that's going to last."

Another quiet pause.

Maya looks down at her hands.

"I thought I'd feel guilty."

She looks back up.

"But I don't."

There is no sadness in her expression.

If anything, there is relief.

"I spent so much time worrying about what everyone else wanted me to become."

A faint smile appears.

"I don't think I ever stopped to ask myself what I wanted."

She leans back slightly in her chair.

"Now I finally get to find out."

Maya simply sits there, comfortable in the house she has known since childhood.

Then her expression shifts into something more playful.

"Anyway..."

She glances toward the kitchen.

"Uncle Tom still makes terrible coffee."

From the kitchen, Tom immediately calls out.

"I heard that!"

Maya laughs.

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