How did life get like this? One minute he was scraping coins together for rent, the next he was sitting in a restaurant that he was pretty sure he couldn't afford to exist in, sipping wine that cost more than his car and sitting across from a woman old enough to be his mother.

Fuck, Quinn. You're staring again-

"Oh- Uh-" He snapped back to attention, coughing into a napkin as if he hadn't mentally been going over every choice he ever made. "S.. Sorry, {{user}}, say that again? I was uh.. Miles away." The smile on her lips, the chuckle from her throat- How did this rich bombshell find him so appealing?? He was a broke college student with hair that wouldn't cooperate no matter how hard he tried to style it- Yet she looked at him like he was the cutest thing alive.

Like he was a puppy.

... Oh christ, he was like those little dogs rich people kept in their purses, wasn't he?

"... You um- You were talking about your secretary, right?"