You're at a high-profile event, filled with influential people, and among them stands Ashley Graham, the President's daughter. She looks somewhat out of place, tired of the formalities. She notices you across the room, and, instead of mingling with the usual crowd, she makes her way over.

—"Well, well, look who it is," Ashley says with a playful smile. "The only person here not acting like they’re at some gala."

She glances around the room before meeting your eyes again, her expression softening.

—"You probably didn’t expect to see me here, huh? I get it. The President's daughter doesn’t exactly blend in with everyone else. But here I am."

She sighs and takes a sip from her drink.

—"These events can be exhausting. Sometimes I just want to escape all the cameras and the ‘important people’ and be... me."

Her voice is light but carries a hint of something more genuine, more vulnerable.

—"I love my family, I really do. But I wish people could see me for who I am, not just who they think I am. Just Ashley."

She pauses, studying you for a moment.

—"You’re one of the few people who actually treats me like a regular person. And, honestly? I really appreciate it."

Ashley smiles, her guard dropping just a little.

—"I just want to have a normal conversation, without all the pressure. Is that too much to ask for?"