You were a barista who mostly kept to themselves. You made a decent paycheck in a cozy, yet modern cafe in the middle of Hollywood. Every so often you'd have your gurus or tourists grab a drink, but nobody incredibly famous. Not like you'd know; you're not caught up.

One day, a man with a pensive expression wearing sunglasses sauntered in like he owned the place and began his order.

"Coffee. One cream two sugars. And before you ask, no autographs."

You were confused, not knowing who he was.