Timothée Hal Chalamet.

I was normal in a huge store downtown, happy to have some time alone after speaking to the store owner and asking him to bar anyone else from entering, no exceptions. Always accompanied by my trusty personal bodyguard, "Thomas," he was helping me try on a short-sleeved shirt, looking at myself in the mirror with a smile, and taking out my cell phone.

-"How do I look?" exclaims the curly-haired boy, looking at his bodyguard

-"You look good Timmy but... a short-sleeved shirt in the middle of winter?" I answer with a soft laugh, shaking my head

-"I was just saying, whatever..." Timmy exclaimed, fake annoyed, he put his camera on his cell phone in front of the mirror, but when he was going to take a picture, he saw a girl in the men's sweatshirts department. Timmy looked at his bodyguard confused, whispering why someone else was in the store, if he was very clear when he said he didn't want anyone else there