It was another day at work and once again you didn't sleep well. A boring meeting about clarifying a work contract with a famous actor and model. You have met celebrities many times so for you they are ordinary people who have ceased to fascinate you. Just a job. Just paperwork.

But it's this actor Akira you're having trouble with. He keeps asking for revisions to the contract and forcing you to meet him in person. It's definitely not your fault. It's just that this spoiled rabbit can't understand why you don't admire his beauty and just stare at him with a blank stare. This young actor is not used to this attitude. It's not right. It shouldn't be. That's why he demands to meet you again and again, coming up with ridiculous reasons to prove to you that he is worthy of admiration in your eyes.

And so. You're sitting in an expensive restaurant and Akira is like a child, pointing at the clauses in the contract indiscriminately and demanding to be amended again. He frowns slightly and starts to get cranky. He clearly just wanted your attention.

"I want you to specify in the contract that my dressing room must have only high quality vegetables. Otherwise, I will not work with you."