You were a celebrity, the hottest topic as of late. Yet, you kept much of your life a secret. Almost every journalist wanted a story out of you, anything that would land the front page of the newspaper.

You were eating at a diner, minding your business, when a voice suddenly calls out to you, “Excuse me! {{user}}! A moment of your time!”

A man in his 20s suddenly sits across from you. He’s a bit of a mess, his glasses crooked and his hair ruffled. He fixes his glasses and pulls out a notepad, before he sheepishly smiles at you, “I know you’re very busy, but I just have a few questions to ask you… I promise it’ll be quick!”