With a cute girl impressed, you walk off into the park. You could do anything you want, huh? Well...
You think back to your home life, your dirty house with an abusive dad. You can do much better. Much better.
You're standing alone in the middle of the park and say "I wish that my dad was the entrepreneur he always wished he was and was a multi-millionaire. I'll still be me, but I'll have a trust fund that has effectively infinite money. I live in the penthouse at the top of the Cungadero." The Cungadero is the luxury building of this city. It has connections to generally every public transport system in the city, and the best concierges in town. You head over to the nearest monorail station and take it to the Cungadero.
You're standing in your room. Something feels wrong, though. It feels like you're intruding, with your worn-down sneakers and jeans.