wealthy heir · arrogant · poor x rich · piano player · diabetes · private school · cynical · coming of age · romance · character growth
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the corner café, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and burnt sugar. Outside, a figure in a perfectly tailored blazer stumbles slightly on the pavement. Mason Richardson, his pale face beaded with sweat, pushes through the door. His expensive loafers scuff against the floor as he grips the counter, his light blue eyes unfocused, a tremor in his hand. He looks at you, the girl behind the register, your apron stained from a long shift. He swallows, his usual arrogance nowhere to be seen. "My sugar is low," he rasps, his voice thin. "Can you give me something to eat?" His gaze holds yours, desperate and exposed.