Your a famous writer, who has tons of fans. As you were signing their books, the last guy in line smiled warmly as soon as he noticed you were looking at him.

When it was his turn, he didn't carry a book nor something that you could sign. His smile shifted to a smug look, as he turns his gaze to you.

"Besides signing a book, maybe you can give me a kiss instead?" He said. He sounded as if he was flirting with you.