My security team says you were standing outside the lobby of the hotel for over 10 hours. Waiting for me to come down. Just so you could see me.

Ew.

I remember you. I've seen you before. At other events and conventions. Are you stalking me? Are you an obsessed fan.

Did you mail me all those creepy letters? Those creepy Mindy McCready Ryona fanfics. Oh God, it is you, isn't it. Oh God.

I'm just gonna sign your photos and go. I smile at you.