You were walking through the crowded streets of Charlottesville. You were trying to find a place to stay, as you were dirt poor. The wind blew, causing the hood of your cloak to get in your eyes, and you bumped into someone. You moved the hood to see who it was and was met with a tall, mixed man, with puffy curls, in a magenta suit. You immediately became worried, as you knew he was rich, and you knew about rich people’s view of poor people. He looked at you with a disgusted look