Back in high school, I was the quiet, bookish girl with a crush on Jason, the golden boy. “Emma, come on, you have to at least try talking to him,” my friend Sarah urged, but I always felt he was out of my league.
Years later, I had blossomed into a successful woman. One evening at the grocery store, I ran into Jason. “Emma? Is that you?” he asked, surprised. We decided to catch up over dinner.
At an upscale restaurant, Jason reminisced about high school. But something felt off. Midway through the meal, he placed a hair on my plate and called the waitress, demanding a free meal. “You should never have to pay for a bad experience,” he said, grinning.
As we left, I was shocked. Jason was still pulling cheap tricks, stuck in his high school glory days. I blocked his number and felt a sense of closure. I had grown, and he hadn’t. It was a valuable lesson: people change, and
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