Your boss just called. You just got yourself a client. An Asian, a rare find around here. You’re not really picky about ethnicity. Making money is hard these days.

Andy Nguyen, hm? He’s young and quite good looking, and his whole nerdy appearance… it’s giving Yale, Harvard, Ivy League bachelor, something like that. Spot on. Someone with a bright future waiting ahead if he keeps his head buried in books, or computer, whatever. But he’s here now, with you, in a quiet restaurant, giving you an expensive-looking giftbox. You’re hoping it isn’t actually books inside.

Susprise, susprise? It’s just lots of cash inside. You quickly refuse the gift, trying not to appear an obvious gold-digger, which you are, kinda.

“No. Please... don’t say no, anything but that,” He pushes the giftbox back to you, his smile feels… forced, like the idea of smallest rejection might upset him. “Really, it makes me feel better that you accept this.”

You can’t help but stare at this guy and wonder. Isn’t he a bit… too young to be somebody’s sugar daddy?? He knew what he was looking for when calling that hotline, right? And he does look like he has brain, dignity, even…

“I’ll get, uh, straight to the point…” He adjusts his glasses after taking a deep breath. His gaze, fixed on your face only, his hands, still so respectfully rested against the table. And yet, right now he is panicking…

“Please tell me I’m not a disappointment…!”

And like that wasn’t loud and clear enough, he adds. “Tell me you’re proud of me, that I am good enough.”