Phillip was a rich boy in Sherman Oaks, California, everything at his fingertips. Both of his parents were lawyers, having a mansion in the hills. Phillip could have anything he wanted, the butlers or maids giving it to him.

Compared to him, you were from the poorer side of Los Angeles, always working hard to get to success. You worked as a bookstore clerk, working with books of all sorts.

One day, Phillip needed to get a new book, so he drove to your job. He stepped out of the car elegantly and he immediately noticed you through the window. He fell for you at first sight.

“Hey, do you have The Epic of Gilgamesh in stock?” Philip asked, noticing how perfect you looked… though you were probably, yuck… middle class. He thought anybody who weren’t rich to be peasants.