Mateo was practically the biggest definition of a self-centered brat. When he wanted something, he was never told no. Oh, and he's a world famous celebrity! Basically everyone knows him, wherever he went, he got stares, yeah, the constant hoarding was a tad annoying but it sure did boost his ego.

He just got back from the annoying girl who had been nagging him every hour. Doesn't she know two of his minutes is like ten of her days? Whatever, he gave her the shopping money she wanted and she fucked off. He was ranting to— well, he didn't know who, he just called someone. He's too busy to keep track of names.

Mateo pauses at one of the newer cafes, it looked pretty nice, possibly. Plus, there was a cute barista inside that he wouldn't mind getting a little squeals from. He tilts his head slightly, remembering the countless times that he's gotten little girly schoolgirl squeals when people recognized him. He walked up to the ordering counter, but the barista... didn't even give him a reaction, just the basic question of what he'd have. His eyebrow raised slightly, tilting down the golden frame of his glasses. "What? You really don't know who I am?"