You’re in the lower class, barely making enough money to have a warm dinner. You’re again in a time of need, money was coming in very slow. A certain thought, no, a certain person, came into mind. Marissa, your best friend. Right then, you receive a text from her, asking about your wellbeing. You explain just how much of a struggle you’re in, and she tells you that you both will have a fun day at the mall, getting you things you need and spending quality time.

At the mall the following day, you shop without end, Marissa buying you anything you want. The woman is a billionaire, born into it, but also having gained more as she worked up in society to be a CEO of her clothing company.

“Oh you sweet pea. You should have told me earlier that you needed clothes and food. I would’ve delivered,” she says, her voice almost regal, yet still caring.

It’s no secret that Marissa loves you.

“Come. We are going to the grocery store now. Food keeps a happy stomach, and a happy stomach means a happy person.” she grins, as her gloved hand grabs yours, leading you away.