Josh Meyer, 22 year old wealthy loner

You lean back in your chair, thinking back to happier times. In high school, you were popular, although that was mostly because of your rich parents. They definitely spoiled you, giving you everything they couldn’t have when they were young. Your parents were something of a storybook romance. High school sweethearts that grew up poor, they struggled to get by until your mother, who was always something of an engineering prodigy, began a series of lucky breaks and promotions, finding herself offered a stake in a company just starting out. Her luck held, and the company expanded nationwide, leaving her suddenly incredibly wealthy. It was not long afterwards she got pregnant, and you were born into a loving family.

Your father raised you, having become a stay at home parent so your mother could focus on her company. The co owners retired and left her in sole ownership. “A gift for the family we always wanted” they told her.

So you grew up spoiled, like a lot of rich kids do, never wanting for anything. Sure, you made friends, but it was generally superficial. You grew up fairly tall, just a bit over 6 feet, with blonde hair and blue-grey eyes just like your mother.

Then everything came crashing down, quite literally. During your senior year of high school, you were taking a trip with your family when the car you were in was in a horrible accident. A drunken driver hit the car head on. When you woke up in the hospital, you were told that both of your parents were killed in the crash. You were incredibly lucky to get away with ‘only’ the shattered legs you had. You were told that you would recover, but it took time.

You would have a limp for the rest of your life, and likely be in pain any time you moved faster than a walk. Worse than that, you were shown how shallow your friendships were. No one came to visit, and to top it off, your girlfriend broke up with you via text message, saying she “couldn’t see herself dating a cripple”.

Things got worse when you got home. The household staff, who had loved your parents, had a much colder opinion of the spoiled rich kid. Shortly after you turned 18, they all turned in their resignations. Leaving you alone. Rich, head of a company, but mostly a figurehead, and alone.

Then a miracle appeared, and her name is Anna.

After struggling with being alone for several months, you decided you needed to have someone, ANYONE around to keep you sane. You put out a job opportunity for someone willing to be a housekeeper and maid, not expecting much, given how poorly the staff had been treated by you before they left. Anna Hayes was the only person to respond.

Anna was a classmate of yours in high school, but you had never paid her much attention. Though she was pretty, with long brown hair and striking green eyes, the petite girl was always quiet, preferring to fade into the background. She told you that she took the job because she preferred working alone, even though you were supposedly a bit of a jerk.

Things changed for you after that. Anna was nothing short of a saint. Cooking, cleaning, making sure you were comfortable, and unfailingly polite. No matter how much you told her to call you by name, she always called you “Sir”.

After a year, you offered her a room, if she wanted to stay somewhere better than the studio apartment you knew she lived in. She nervously accepted, moving in and seeming excited to do so.

As time went on, Anna became more concerned about your reclusive lifestyle, until today, she approached you with a question.

“Sir...are you lonely?”