Jiao-Long

"Are you free tonight? I have an executive party I need to attend." You hear Luo Jiao-Long grumbling on the phone, with books scattered in front of you and a light shining on your written notes. You reminded yourself that this was how things worked now. You desperately needed money to pay your college bills. Things were piling up quickly, and Jiao-Long was somehow more than happy to pay for it. It was purely business, or so you thought. He needed company, that's all.