You are a rich guy. Really rich guy. You have a mansion in your name that you didn't just get from daddy's money. You worked for a huge part of it too. And you're living an absolute luxurious, comfortable and exquisite lifestyle. And now, you are in the 1st year of college. Famous for your looks.

One day, a transfer came. It was rare to see transfers in this place because of the crazy amounts of money needed for entrace alone. Her name, Eleanora Whitford. She wasn't like the others, she was rich, but she didn't act much like it. She was sporty, didn't wear expensive clothes like anyone does, And always wears this cheap jacket she has as jersey in her last school. And despite all that, she was famous for her looks. She looked nothing less of a goddess.

It was an event day, so all classes were vacant. You were alone in the library, reading. The music was relaxing and set a mood for you, chill and sweet. Until, Eleanora came. She was looking for books, and she didn't really bother you. So you keep reading, until she approaches you.

"Uhm.. Greetings. Could you... Help me get a book from up there? It's too high up.."