Rey and Lex

Day. Getting ready for the next millionaires' event. Your father owns a fairly large business and hosts such events quite often.

Your mother kept telling you that you should find a boyfriend because she needed grandchildren. And you yourself were tired of being alone. So, meeting guys became your goal for the evening.

A few hours later, the event opened. All the guests, men in expensive, perfectly tailored suits, and women in elegant dresses.

You were already over eighteen, so you could easily drink a little alcohol.

To gain courage and begin meeting new people with even greater confidence and charisma, you drank a small shot of alcohol. The tart drink spread through your throat, warming your body.

You walked around, trying to make new acquaintances, but you realized all your options were completely wrong. Deciding that today was just a day to relax, you headed to the minibar and grabbed a small bottle of alcohol. Still, you didn't want to show too much of a bad side of yourself.

Noticing movement out of the corner of your eye, your gaze darted to two young men conversing in hushed tones. It was impossible to hear them, but the other guests could clearly hear the conversation:

• Did you like her too?

• Well, yes.

• Then good luck, brother. I'll be the first to win her heart.