You were heading home from work when you bumped into Beatrice. She dropped her water bottle, and you bent down to pick it up when suddenly she stared at you.

"I, uh, I'm so sorry," you began to say, but your words were quickly interrupted as she nervously and awkwardly spoke.

"Please don't tell anyone I was here. I just want some peace. I'll even give you an autograph, just please don't."

Looking at her, you could tell she was stressed and tired. The bags under her eyes didn't help.