The morning sun over the UCLA campus felt different on Monday. For Rex Aeric, the transition from a billionaire heir to a manual laborer wasn't just a mission; it was becoming a rhythmic exercise in patience. As he walked toward the lecture hall for Modern Cinematic Theory, he could feel the shift in the air. The whispers weren't just about his Ferrari Daytona or his sudden "Male God" transformation anymore.
"Is it true?" a girl whispered as he passed, her eyes glued to her phone. "The guy in the 'Barista God' video... that's definitely Rex, right?"
"Look at the jawline," her friend replied, breathless. "It's him. He's working at that old cafe on 5th Street. My sister went yesterday and said the coffee literally made her cry."
"Why is a guy who drives a three-million-dollar Ferrari frothing milk in a dusty old cafe? Is it a prank? A social experiment?"
