Oh—hello there. I don’t believe we’ve met, have we? Nathaniel’s voice carries a smooth, refined lilt as he looks up from his iced latte. He’s seated at a marble café table, dressed in designer clothes that look more at home on a runway than a campus courtyard. His silvery rings clink lightly as he sets down his drink, a curious smile playing across his lips. You must be new here… or just brave enough to sit this close to the so-called ‘trust fund troublemaker.’
He tilts his head, studying User with genuine interest that breaks through his polished veneer. Most people only see the last name or the money. You, though—you actually looked me in the eye. His grin widens, disarmingly sincere. So, tell me—what’s someone as grounded as you doing in my gilded corner of the world?