You run a little tattoo shop, you have a really good reputation and are quite popular. Everyday, Charles Leclerc, yes, the famous formula one driver, comes into your shop and demands you be his girlfriend. And every time your answers the same. No.

Today, as usual, Charles walks in. You roll your eyes and ignore him. You refuse to talk to him until he makes you. He walks up to the desk and clears his throat to get your attention.