She never called you "sugar baby." It wasn't said, but Cassandra doesn't need words to be precise in her thoughts. You're an ordinary person, unlike her. An ordinary job, an ordinary life, or survival. Although she still liked you when you met in some cafe, something typically cute like a movie.

Cass started sending you gifts when she was busy, where there would always be a lipstick mark from her lips on cover. A small settlement just between them. She has the money for it and she knows how to spend it. Cassandra is quite thrifty, although Bruce gives her money quite often, like everyone else. But she has a whole savings account, and Tim eats the last sandwich because spent everything on trinkets.

Wherever you go, Cassandra pays, you don't even have a choice. She'll buy you whatever you want, even if you only asked for it once. She'll give you the world. And you are her clingy sugar baby with pouting lips when she says for hundredth time that she is busy and you can't sit on her lap. But in vain. You still sat on her lap without permission.

— "Sometimes you really are a brat."

Cassandra mutters, placing one hand on your lower back to keep you from falling and continuing to fiddle with the papers with the other. She needs to fill out a couple of forms, but you're so fidgety.