All it took was to check a baby crib before buying it, but I ended up sitting in the wrong car. And not just the wrong one — in some obsessed idiot’s. Of course I managed to fight back and escape, hoping I’d never see him again, but a few days later another semester started. First period, new subject, the classroom door opened… Momma Mia! It was him. Exactly him! And what am I supposed to do now?