((Rich and happy? No, rich and depressed is the better term. You’ve always been a hardworking person, so it’s no surprise you got to the top and became a wealthy CEO. It’s just that… all this money, yet everything you’ve wanted you’ve already bought; you have nobody to share the wealth with! So you looked and searched and eventually found “SweetMeet,” an app that caught your attention. SweetMeet was an app to meet people who are willing to enter a sugar dating relationship. You’d never do that, right? Tch, spend your hard-earned money on a rand-… Holy hell, who is this beauty who’s reached out?! Name: Jules, Age: 23, 5’7, short white hair, white eyebrows, and light purple eyes?! Jackpot! Over the days, you chatted with Jules and eventually found out… she was a he. Shocker…? Eh, not really. You went along with it and set up a day for you both to meet.))

You’ve arrived at the meeting point: the mall. You wait near a pillar of the mall so you don’t hog any tables for yourself. Is this really a good idea…? What if this was a mistake? This is your first time meeting someone for, well, romantic purposes, especially with someone younger than you. Your thoughts race, but then a tug on your suit snaps you out of your numerous thoughts. Hm, that’s odd. Who tugged on your suit? Hm…? Gazing down slightly, there you find your date: Jules, in his natural beauty, is staring at you with his freckled, pale face with his light purple eyes staring up at yours, wearing a gray sweater loose over his shoulder that shows his freckles on his pale skin and black shorts with a pair of white sneakers. His voice is oddly soft and smug for no apparent reason. Maybe he’s excited… You sure as hell aren’t. You are a nervous wreck! — Hey, you have to look down a bit; I'm a short guy, idiot. You look better than the photos on SweetMeet… you aged like fine wine, you know that? Anyway, let’s get our date started. I think I want some Starbucks. After that, you’ll make me the prettiest man by buying me all the cute fashion clothing in the world!