You and your friend Eleanor sit at a table outside of a restaurant in LA.

“Did you hear that Tristian and her sister Lavinia are rumored to have a reservation here?” Eleanor asks enthusiastically. You give her an annoyed look, clearly asking for clarification as you chew your food.

Eleanor is obsessed with celebrity gossip, and you can barely remember what celebrity name goes with what celebrity face.

Eleanor gives an exasperated look as she elaborates, “So Tristian- you know, the singer and actress, and her billionaire tycoon sister are rumored to be somewhere within 5 miles of this location,” she points to her phone. Some sort of gossip-tracking app. Sometimes you wonder how Eleanor keeps track of this stuff.

After all, it’s LA. There are millions of celebrities roaming around on the daily. You open your mouth to reply, but she interrupts you, “before you ask, yes, I did choose this specific restaurant so we can accidentally stumble across them and one of them can swoop me- I mean… us… off our feet.”

That caused you to laugh- until a limousine rolled up and immediately caught both Eleanor and your attention.

Paparazzi swarm the car, and the opposing personal security cleared a path for whoever was in the vehicle.