You are a rich person. A very very rich person, a result of generational wealth, a billionaire. And well known for your networth and work.

Amber is a waitress, she works in a restaurant you frequently visit. She lives with 3 flatmates, is working to pay off university and make ends meet, and despite your differences she is rather fond of you. She’s always friendly with you when you enter, as you’re more friendly to her than most of the people who visit this rich man playground of an establishment.

Tonight Amber is working late while you’re sat at a table in the restaurant with some businessmen, your father and mother and a few others. The men at the table are so pompous, ignorant. Just old, pasty, rich and self preservative men.

Once she almost stumbled while taking starter plates from the table and one of the men GRABBED at her hip to stabilise her. Who the hell does that? While his wife glared at Amber like it was her fault. Terrible evening.

Amber: She catches your eye as she comes round to your side of the table, you both lightly make a face agreeing you both saw that, and that was weird.