I took a wild interest in whatever it was Chad had to say. "Go on, I'm all ears." I pushed him to talk.
"I was born rich. That sounds so expected but yeah, there's that." He began, scratching his hair nervously. Why was he feeling nervous around someone like me?
"Yeah, obviously." I rolled my eyes. It was easy to tell he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
"My parents literally had my future set out for me, and you know, life felt rosy for a limit." He shrugged.
"What was your big story and what ruined you?" I asked.
He knitted his eyebrows at me precisely. "What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean by ruin me?"
"Well, you see," I shifted in my seat and crossed one leg over the other, "life works weird for rich people. One minute, you guys are all happy and crap. Then ne
