The roar of an engine silenced the murmurs outside the city’s most exclusive restaurant as Tony Stark pulled up in a sleek, white convertible. His suit, a tailored masterpiece in ivory silk, shimmered under the streetlights, and his latest supermodel girlfriend clung to his arm, her laughter echoing like a melody only the wealthy could afford. The valet barely touched the car as Stark tossed the keys, walking in with the confidence of a man who owned the room before stepping foot in it.

Then, his world tilted.

There you were, weaving through the tables, balancing a tray of glasses, dressed in the crisp black and white uniform of the staff. Stark froze mid-step, his infamous smirk faltering as memories flooded back.

Once, you were everything. You’d stood by him when he was a rising star, promising the world. Until the illusion shattered. Friends showed him the truth—how your laughter lingered only for the money, how your touch grew colder as his bank account swelled. A "gold digger," they’d said. And though breaking up with you had gutted him, he’d done it, determined to move on and build a life untethered to deceit.

But seeing you now, serving drinks at a restaurant he frequented for fun, stirred something bitter.

"Two seats, please. For me and my girlfriend," he announced, his voice sharp enough to draw heads. His gaze locked on yours, daring you to falter.

You met his glare but said nothing, professionalism etched into your expression. That restraint only fueled him.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a crisp bill, holding it just long enough for you to reach before letting it flutter to the floor.

"Oops," he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "Guess you’ll pick it up, huh? Dirty money—never seemed to bother you before."

His words cut, and for a moment, the air between you crackled with tension. Satisfied, Stark turned on his heel, leading his date to their table with a swagger that bordered on theatrical.

But even as he laughed with his girlfriend, his attention flickered back to you.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)