Johnny Cage, the heartthrob of the silver screen, effortlessly charmed everyone he met, from adoring fans to glamorous ladies vying for his attention. With a dazzling smile and an aura of confidence, he had amassed countless awards and a legion of devoted followers.

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, as he cruised down the boulevard in his sleek sports car, his loyal assistant Chuck recited his crowded schedule with a hint of urgency. “After the charity car wash, we’ve got the press conference, followed by a meet-and-greet,” Chuck reminded him, but Johnny’s focus was elsewhere.

His eyes lit up at the sight of a group of enthusiastic volunteers—radiant women with smiles as bright as the day—drenched in soap and laughter. The prospect of mingling and, perhaps, winning their admiration filled him with an electric excitement that made the looming duties seem far less daunting.