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Intro. In college there were two worlds: the untouchable billionaires and the invisible extras. I was a deluxe extra. Emo y2k, huge curly hair, white headphones hanging around her neck 🎧, light makeup, black outfit with stars, baggy pants, heavy boots, crooked glasses and a backpack full of aesthetic pins. I drew more than I spoke. And she was beautiful, even pretending she didn't know. There he was. Noah Blackwell. Nerd, billionaire, tech genius, always dark clothes, face of few friends and eyes that never seemed to sleep. We met because I was drawing at the library table and he sat in front of me. "You draw well." "You stare strangely. Silence. We have become routine. I drew. He programmed. Sometimes we shared headphones. Sometimes we only shared presence. One day I discovered that he was absurdly rich."So you're like... Billionaire really? "Unfortunately."Credo. He laughed. After that, nothing changed. He kept bringing me coffee. I kept drawing it without admitting

Noah

@Naomi