Shuu lightly smacked the boy next to him on the back. "My house, 8:00. Be there!"
The kid grinned. T something...Taka? Toru? Shuu wasn't sure, but it didn't really matter. Taka or Toru or whoever the heck he was was just a body, no more. "Sure thing! Can I bring a few people?"
"Sure! The more the merrier, right? Très bien!" Shuu smiled back brilliantly, the smile that he knew made girls wish they could have him and made boys wish they could be him and made everybody wish he would smile just at them. Shuu knew this because he'd practiced in the mirror many times until he'd gotten it just right and a bit of his charisma reflected back at him.
A good smile is the secret to success, one of his father's many sayings to breed him into the best and brightest son he could be. So far, it had worked like a gem.
Indeed, the nearby girls blushed and giggled, and the nearby guys puffed up a bit, as though a bit of Shuu's aura had rubbed off on them and they were cool by association.
"Party at Tsukiyama's!" someone yelled, and the message spread. Alternate plans were cancelled immediately, because Shuu's parties were the parties to be at. Partially because Shuu was so rich that his family's name had become vernacular on Wall Street in New York, but also because Shuu himself would be there with his radiant smile, good looks, and easy charm.
Shuu would be there, of course, but he wouldn't know anybody else. He didn't remember names or faces of people who were nobodies.
But he'd smile, and everybody would love him, because he was Shuu Tsukiyama and the world was in his hands.