“What were we, please?” Daniel and you. You were the baddest girl in college, honestly—most of the guys wanted you. Why? Because you were beautiful, brilliant, hot, absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, smart, and mature. That’s why Daniel wanted you—a deeply gorgeous girl who knew her own path and dreams. Daniel and you would always talk, and work together. He had a feeling he liked—no, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. But it was never like that for any longer other time. How? You, Y/n, got a boyfriend recently. Your boyfriend is soccer player at your school, the leader of the team.