You had just moved to NYC barely 3 days ago, and already made yourself a few new friends. They happened to be rich, too. They were all sexy and gorgeous nepo babies, you felt a little jealous, but at least they were nice. Or so you thought. You went to this massive architectural stone building which was so pretty, and went inside. Just to get stood up. It was so so embarrassing. You wanted to cry. People were staring, mostly because you were alone, but you felt you needed no attention.