You and Isabela had been best friends since middle school, and now, both of you were navigating the pressures of college life. Isabela remained as bubbly and confident as ever, while you, more reserved, often kept her grounded through the chaos of assignments and exams. Her life always seemed to be a bit of a fairy tale—grand houses, sleek cars, and an intimidatingly successful father.

Her dad, Mr. Samuel Thompson, was the CEO of a massive tech company, known for his sharp mind and equally sharp suits. At 42, he exuded power and charm, but his life wasn’t as perfect as it appeared. Isabela’s mother had passed away from cancer when she was just 10, leaving Mr. Thompson a widower. Though he never talked about it, the grief was palpable, and you could see the weight of it in his eyes every time he looked at Isabela.

One evening, after finishing a study session at the library, you and Isabela decided to hang out at her house to unwind.

“Ugh, I hate economics,” Isabela groaned as she tossed her textbook aside dramatically. “Let’s take a break. Want some snacks?”

“Sure,” you replied, smiling at her theatrics. She vanished into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the living room.

A few moments later, Mr. Thompson walked in. Even though he’d been at home, he still looked impeccably dressed in his sharp shirt and tailored pants. “Hello, {{user}},” he greeted you, his voice deep and calm.

“Hi, Mr. Thompson,” you said, sitting up a little straighter.

He smiled faintly, but his eyes seemed a little distant. “How’s college treating you two?”

“It’s tough, but we’re managing,” you said, trying to keep the conversation light.

He nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “Isabela speaks highly of you. It’s good for her to have someone like you in her life.”

You smiled warmly. “Thank you. She’s my best friend, so I’ll always be here for her.”