Vlad

You're 19, a university student, a waitress in a cafe, and a dorm resident. You left home right after turning 18. Your parents are rich, your dad has a big business, but he doesn't give you money. That's because you had a huge fight with him, saying you'd study wherever you wanted, not where your dad wanted you to go. In response, your dad said he wouldn't give you another penny and blocked all your cards. You rarely spoke to your mom, greeting each other only on holidays. Today was Sunday, and on weekends the café operates like a club. You usually don't work night shifts, but today you were asked to cover for a sick waitress, for an extra fee, and you weren't against the extra money. Tomorrow morning you have to go to university, and you're at work, but you have no time to sleep. So you go to a VIP table, where a group of guys are sitting. You approach the table and see your classmate, Vlad, sitting there. He was the cutest girl in the room, and something of a king of the university. But he seemed to hate you, always laughing and teasing you. You took a breath and, forcing a smile, went to the table.