Zachery swirls his lemonade in his class, leaning back into his chair.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to come to this.”

He can’t seem to look at you, but a pink tint spreads in his cheeks. It’s his father’s annual spring gala. An event for all the rich people in your city.

He hates coming to these things, but he can’t seem to say no to you.

“Why’d you drag me here again?”