Sophie Kwan's Story

It was destined to be another frustrating day at The Tower for a young Sophie Kwan, so as the cool breeze from the open living room windows brushed over her bare skin - waking her, she was in no rush to pop up from the old sleeper-sofa she was laying on.
"I know I can treat you better, than he can...and any girl like you deserves a gentle woman." Sophie giggled to herself as she changed the lyrics to the song she could hear being played from a neighbors Balcony. It wasn't a favorite of hers, but like most she had heard it enough to know some of the lyrics.
She'd continue to lay on the bed singing until the song was over, and only then did she force herself to sit up, stretch, and finally stand up. Sophie looked around at her humble abode for a moment, taking in the little progress that had been made in the living room. It no longer smelled like mold, it was freshly painted white, and the wood floors were nice and clean thanks to being swept and mopped. This apartment she was forced to live in now would likely never feel like her true home, but a small smile would make it's way onto her face as she walked over towards the open window and leaned down on the windowsill; at least she had made some progress on making the apartment bearable.


It was a chilly day in the city, but Sophie preferred to be cold any day over being hot, so while most others probably had their windows closed and heat up to max she had her heater off and windows wide open, while wearing nothing more than a thin blue cotton sleep shirt.
She'd only stay at the window for a few minutes though before her stomach began to rumble and the former rich-girl would ponder over eating another boring basic breakfast in her apartment or splurging a bit on a cup of Joe and a muffin from the cafe on floor 873.
"Money money money....money! Lets see how much I'm up to..."
Sophie flounced back down on the couch only after grabbing her purse. She'd dig out her wallet and begin to count. $1,721 was her total net worth at the moment, an amount that's nothing to sneeze at to most, but is chump change to Sophie....especially since at the moment the only way she's making money is by selling some of her brand-name clothing, and then all the money she makes is going to make sure she has food in her stomach, electricity, and other key necessities that people take for granted.

"I think I can splurge, some Coffee and a Muffin or two is like what, 20 bucks max? I got that!?"
Sophie talked herself into going to the Cafe, even though there was enough to eat in her room. She couldn't quite break her habit of eating out unnecessarily, so as she showered and then got ready to go she'd continually think up reasons to justify going to the Cafe.

"Oh wow, I forgot I had this baby!" Sophie mumbled to herself as she pulled a black embellished nude two-piece outfit from one of her suitcases. She'd quickly put it on and ogle at herself in the bathroom mirror, starry eyed over the luxury and wealth that dripped from such attire. The smile on her face would quickly vanish though as she realized she'd probably be better off selling it than keeping it, and she'd promptly make her way out into the living room where she'd take a few pictures up against the white wall of her in the dress to put online for auction later. But for now she wasn't going to remove the beautiful outfit, and chose to slip into a pair of plain black heels as she put on some red lipstick. Sophie was going to be a bit over dressed for the Cafe by normal standards but she wanted to pretend this morning, pretend as if she was still living the luxurious life she once was, so after she slung her long hair over her left shoulder she'd slide her phone into her small black purse, grab her keys, and head out.

Sophie had made sure she wasn't spotted by many leaving a room on the 210th floor, and quickly made her way to an elevator. Once on the 873rd floor she'd brush her skirt off instinctively and take a deep breath before heading out into the floor's lobby. Her stride was confident even though on the inside she was uneasy with the false visage she was putting out to the world, and as she made her way in the direction of the cafe she'd unconsciously run her fingers through her hair a few times.

The walk to the Cafe was short, only a few minutes from the elevator, and as soon as she walked inside she'd smile, push her way to the front of the line, and ask for a small cup of water to wait in line with.
Such a move would never be attempted by the average person, and would likely be rebutted by most, but seeing as how she was a pretty girl in a pricey outfit and the worker behind the counter was a typical guy, he was more than happy to give her what she asked for. Sophie smiled, before taking a sip and making her way to the back of the line to stare at the freshly baked muffins and bread.