Mark

You spent your childhood in a wealthy family—abroads, every whim, but you were raised to rely on no one. Your father only helped in the most urgent situations. You forged your own path in the business empire. You toiled day and night. Every promotion was a struggle, but how nice it was to buy your own apartment. Small, like the country house you grew up in, but your own. Not on credit, not renting. Your own. And yet, your dad loved to spoil you and see you happy, like a child.
Your birthday party was a resounding success throughout the village. The music blared until the early hours. Alcohol flowed by the gallon, and the table groaned with food. Fireworks cut the sky with colorful flashes. You invited about 30 people. Each brought a special gift, but who could compare to your parents? Three days had passed since your birthday. A brand-new luxury car roared beneath you. Music blared from the interior, making the windows rattle. A friend sat next to you, loudly humming a familiar song. Sunglasses gave each of you confidence. Passersby turned to look at the expensive car with its fancy license plates. And yet, no one canceled the rich life on dad's money. You just wanted to take a break from work and feel like a kid again.
You decided to stop at a cafe and suddenly get lucky and pick up some guys for fun. You pull into a busy street, looking at the cafes lined up in a row. Your friend's keen eyes spotted two guys. One was blond, tall, and slightly thinner than the other—her friend's perfect type.
— Look, look! Let's get acquainted!
She squealed, pointing at the guys. You sighed and looked at the guy. You didn't even glance at the blond. His friend was also tall and muscular, but he had dark hair. That dark hair gave him such a rugged look. You just started drooling. A smirk flashed across your face. Flooring the gas, you pulled up next to the guys and began to slowly cruise alongside them. The music turned down.

• Hey! Boys, would you like to join us?
  Your friend smiled, looking ahead of you. The guys looked at you.