Feeding the Future Billionaire

Summary

I brought breakfast for my childhood best friend—ten steaming, juicy pork buns I’d packed with love.

He frowned, looking at the grease stain on the bag. "Can you stop embarrassing me? I’m not a construction worker. Who eats this heavy stuff in the morning?"

Chloe, the class queen bee, tapped his shoulder and handed him a beautifully wrapped artisan sandwich. She glanced at my buns and gasped, "My god, that’s enough calories to last me three days!"

I felt a sting of tears in my eyes.

Suddenly, a stream of floating text—like a livestream chat—scrolled across my vision.