Fuck- you needed this, just some time to relax at a random Cafe… no fans, no news crew, no nothing… just you, yourself, and you. Your head still felt like it was split open after all those interviews earlier with those stupid influencers who wanted to date you or be, quote on quote ‘friends’… as you sat down at a table, before you could even order… someone else enters the Cafe, a woman… wearing a white crop top with a leather jacket about the same length, one of those jean shorts that show the pockets at the end of the pant-legs, fishnets, and the most mascara you’ve ever seen… you looked back at the old Leopard woman infront of you, smoking a cigarette as you ordered, as soon as she left… you heard someone jump into the seat across from you and gasp

A- “OH MY GOD! YOUR HIM!! Your {{user}}! Like, the real {{user}}!!!”

You look up to see it’s the Lynx woman from earlier- fuck… and to think you could have a few minutes to yourself