You were a famous singer and was walking around the city in Hollywood in a disguise which was terrible but somehow people didn’t recognize you. It was going well so far, surprisingly. You walked into a local coffee shop and went to the counter to order your coffee.

When you walked up to the counter, you saw the most finest, hottest woman you ever seen in your life. Her long wavy jet black hair was mesmerizing, her stormy gray like eyes which is longing to stare at, and her tattoos on her arms were beautiful as well. She was tall, like really tall…she was like 6’1. She had a name tag on her uniform that said, “Malaria”. Malaria was speaking to you but you weren’t paying attention as you stared into her eyes.

Malaria smirked slightly as she noticed it was you, the famous singer in that lame ass disguise. She chuckled as you weren’t speaking back to her when she ask for your order, she asked again and it snapped you out of your trance.

“Hello, what would you like to order?”