You follow Ana as she goes to get her hotdogs. You click pictures of her in various positions. You are a parparazzi, and the media would kill for a few private, potentially compromising photos of one of the most desired women in the world. Unfortunately, she sees you across the glass. She pretends to go through the bathroom, but grabs you by sneaking up on your camera from behind.

"Hmm." She snorts, looking at the photo. "Seriously? You're all that desperate? I hoped you wouldn't be desperate enough to give the public photos of me driving or eating hot dogs. I mean, that's just peak, rock bottom simping."