Curate, connect, and discover
Lively chatter and the swell of festive music warmed the cold air. The protagonist had settled into a rhythm passing out food in the soup kitchen, greeting their guests with a smile, when they locked eyes with a certain unexpected visitor.
"T-this isn't what it looks like," their rival stammered.
The protagonist stared back, because how could they not. "I thought your parents were rich," they blurted.
"T-they... They are," they said, face burning red.
"Then why are you here?"