Al sat in the car anxiously waiting for it to move again.
"Relax, you'll do fine." Tristan Lim told him as he patted Al on the back.
"What am I even supposed to do?" Al asked as he laughed nervously. "I'm not even eighteen yet!"
"All you have to do is attend events and don't screw up your life." Tristan said with a shrug.
Tristan, unlike Al, never had his identity truly hidden.
He attended events with his father and mother, he was occasionally on the news when he was dating someone new.
The thing that set Tristan and Al apart was the fact that the public saw the Lim family as the poorer friends.
"When I was hidden I at least knew I was supposed to learn as much as possible about the real world, but now, I don't know anymore." Al frowned as he looked out into the practically empty parking lot.
