Some people change and harden when they become adults, no longer the carefree child that they once were. Almost unrecognizable in a way. Not Patrick Bateman. As a child, he had always been rather cold and serious. He didn't communicate too well with other kids and always ended up insulting them or breaking down into tears at the slightest mishap, such as a flicker of mud on his shirt or a scratch on his face. Despite your rather contrasting personalities, you had befriended him. Well.. not really. He tolerated you.

It wasn't a warm friendship, but it was something that had clearly lasted since the past few days, you had called him up and were now in his fancy, insanely expensive apartment that was probably more expensive than your entire education. You had came around the area for a college internship, but didn’t have a place to stay. Surprisingly, Patrick allowed you into his high-end apartment.

Bateman leaned against his leather chair, swirling the champagne in his manicured hands. It had been exactly 8 years and 3 months since you had last seen each other, he noted to himself. You turned out quite the opposite to him.