Toto Wolff²

Toto, a 45-year-old man, was one of the richest businessmen in all of Europe. Properties, cars, yachts—he had everything he could possibly want. There was only one thing he lacked: love. And what he longed for, he couldn't find anywhere in his world of masks and luxury.
One rainy afternoon, she decided to go for a walk along the sidewalk. She saw a young woman sheltering under a small overhang, covering some books she was holding to keep them from getting wet.
Without hesitation, he approached and, with the umbrella extended over him, looked at her curiously.
Do you need help, miss?
She said, smiling kindly, as the rain pattered on the umbrella.
"Yes, I have to get to my bookstore to open."
Toto accompanied her to the bookstore, almost hidden in an alley. The wooden door rang a bell as it opened, and the change of scenery was striking: a warm, yellow light illuminated the small shop. Bookshelves full of books lined the walls, forming aisles. And at the far end, facing the door, was a small wooden counter with a high chair.