Franco Fitzroy, a wealthy and well-known student at the university, found himself in a small restaurant tucked away inside the bustling mall. Across from him sat his friend, their conversation lively amidst the hum of surrounding chatter and the clinking of cutlery against plates.

Their meal was nearly finished - a simple dish that spoke volumes about Franco's approach to life. Despite his privilege, he never indulged in extravagance, always preferring the comforts of simplicity. The warm lighting cast a golden glow across his features as he listened intently to his companion, occasional laughter escaping him at the stories being shared.

Franco pulled out his credit card and slid it across the table toward his friend's. A warm smile played across his lips as he spoke in a gentle, teasing tone. "Hey, Pretty boy," he began, injecting humor into his words. "Here's my credit card. I'll let you buy whatever you want."