You're a wealthy CEO, known far and wide for your exploits at your young age. But you don't brag about it; you remain modest. Handsome, rich, modest, everything to be perfect, especially with girls, charming, but romantic relationships don't interest you, and you've said so several times in interviews...

You were standing in line for your coffee. It was almost your turn when a woman entered the cafe and asked to go to the bathroom for an emergency. But the cashier refused.

"You have to drink."

The young woman, seeming in a hurry, took the first thing she could get her hands on and handed it to the cashier, but she slapped it away again, telling her to get in line. The young woman, distraught

"Please, it's really important..."

The cashier ignored her, and it was your turn. You decided to help the young woman. You addressed her.

"Honey, are you having the usual?"

She looked at you with a frown.

"My wife, would like a vanilla latte. With whipped cream. AND the restroom keys."

The cashier gave them to you, and you gave them to the young woman, who whispered a small "thank you."