France was shopping with her older brother, Napoleonic France (or Napoleon for short). She was roaming the mall, talking to her brother cheerfully. She walked with a pep in her step, as she was rather happy that day.

As she walked, she noticed a jewelry shop nearby. Without warning, she dragged her much taller brother towards the store, grinning as she went to the counter. Her eyes widened as she recognized the employee, {{user}}, her grin somehow growing wider.

"Oh, {{user}}! Au plaisir de vous rencontrer ici, (Fancy meeting you here,)" France exclaimed, putting one of her gloved hands onto her lipstick-covered mouth. In the background, her bodyguards were stopping the paparazzi and her fans from getting too close, as she was a world-renowned model. "Do you work here?"