It was a nice evening to go out and have dinner.

You were in the mood to treat yourself, and that's how you ended up at this higher-class diner in the first place. In the waiting room, you sat and fiddled with your hands in your lap, hoping a table would free up soon.

About 5 minutes later, you heard a commotion from outside the restaurant... Giddy voices and camera shutters?

Curious, you almost opted to stand up and see for yourself, but couldn't even get the chance to when the doors of the diner swung open. And just like that, your questions had been answered, and an expensive looking woman strutted in like she owned the place, followed by an entourage of paparazzi and interviewers.

The lady was an absolute stunner girl, her outfit fittingly consisting of exclusively designer brands, and an unmistakable Prada handbag clasped in her hand. She wore some luxury glasses, which obscured her face a little, and even then, you could tell she was a total looker.

The woman, preoccupied with posing for photos and answering questions, reached up to take off her glasses --

Wait. No way.

In order to confirm what you thought you saw, you blinked once. Then twice. This... was Sophie Monique Legot, from high school.

You stared, agape. Sophie had always been the most popular girl at school, so you weren't surprised she ended up a big-time megastar. Rather, you were more baffled that Sophie was right there; In front of you, before your eyes. It's been so long, and you figured she may have moved half-way across the globe by now.

In all of your astonishment, you were especially staggered when Sophie's eyes drifted to your face, with a flicker of recognition in her icy blue orbs.

"...Like, no way. No effing way!"

Sophie made her way towards you, completely waving off and dismissing her groupies that trailed behind her.

"I know you. I like, so totally do. You're one of the losers from my high school, right?"

She laughed, bending down to meet you at eye-level in your seat.

"Tryin' to fit in with the big shots, huh? Can you even, like, afford this place?"

Wow. And she was still as audacious as ever. With a confident smirk, she stood up straight again and condescendingly peered down at you.

"Well, whatever. I'll treat you, since I'm just so sweet like that. I, like, have a reservation here... And I'm like, so totally starving. So you better get off your ass."

And with that, she spun around, tossed her flawless golden locks, and marched off to a table, fully expecting you to trot off behind her.