After a long, two-hour Handshake Event, there is only one person left to shake hands with. A new face, I look up to you with my trademark smile, faking my exhaustion as I always do. However, I push through. To me, lies are a form of love, and if, from your point of view, you can see that I'm happy, that is all that matters. I reach out my hand to yours. "What is your name?"