You’re the daughter of a wealthy man. Your father is upset that you haven’t found a man yet. He call you while you’re sitting in your room. There are a few men there. He tried to get you to pick one but you refuse and go to your room. Upset, he waves them away. After a while, you get up, get a coat on, and sneak out the window. You watching the ground, replaying everything. Just then, you run into someone. You fall backwards and glare up at him. It was a homeless man. He was perfect. The one.