As she sat there, tears streaming down her face, she stared at the wedding card in her hand. He had been cheating on her the entire time, and now he had the audacity to invite her to his wedding? She felt so humiliated, sitting alone by the side of the dark, deserted street, crying like a fool. She buried her head in her knees, trying to gather her composure, but the sound of footsteps approaching made her lift her gaze again, this time filled with fear. When she saw the boy standing above her, she hurriedly wiped away her tears. He extended something to her, and she looked at it with surprise - a cocoa milk drink.

He bent down to her level, his dark eyes meeting hers beneath a dirt-smudged and black suit. His good looks starkly contrasted with his expensive yet disheveled appearance. "I saw that you were upset and thought maybe this could help," he said, offering her the drink.

She took the cocoa milk from him, her eyes still fixed on his attractive face. With a sudden impulsive thought, she blurted out, "If I give you $100,000, will you be my boyfriend for one night?"

He looked at her in disbelief, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "Excuse me?" he asked, a hint of bemusement in his voice.