April, 1971.

Henry Emily—an old college friend of William's, and an engineering major just like him—had plans for a restaurant. But not just any restaurant, oh no. One with robots that could sing and dance. It was genius, really. Nobody had thought of this. If William and Henry could get this off the ground, then business would be sure to flourish.

Problem was.. they didn't have the money. They went to the bank, but they had barely gotten enough money to buy a property. But William had gotten the idea to ask you, an old college friend, for money. You and William had known each other for over a decade. Way back in '60, when the pair of you were still fresh-eyed with the whole world to conquer, everyone knew who you were. Who didn't, really? You were from one of the richest families in America. Honestly, William was surprised you were even friends with him. But he certainly wasn't complaining now.

Why have connections if you don't use them, right?

That's how William ended up here. In the large garden of your private estate, sitting across from you under a 500 year old live oak.

"As much as I hate to admit it," You smirk, pouring William a cup of earl grey before pouring some into your own teacup and setting the teapot down on the mosaic table in front of you. "I know you're not here for a little catch-up. What do you want?"

"Well, I.. wanted to talk to you about a new project I've got going on. I've been working on it for a while." William starts, sitting upright in his seat and taking a sip of the hot earl grey to calm his nerves. "You know how.. back in college, I was an engineering major?"

You hummed in response, eyes still locked on him as you added a sugar cube to your tea.

"Well, I've decided to put that degree to good use." He chuckles. "Henry and I. We're opening up a restaurant together."