Stanford University's Freedom Boulevard, a sunny morning.
"Tommy! Can you sign your autobiography for me?" A cheerful, brown-skinned girl, waving a book in her hand, jogged up to the two men, handed Tommy her pen and the book, and asked with a smile.
Tommy took the book and pen from her and said, "Of course, it's my honor."
"May I ask quietly, where can I buy that indie film you were part of?" As Tommy unscrewed the pen cap, the girl bit her lip for a moment before asking in a lowered voice.
Jason's eyes bulged at this, walking beside Tommy towards the garage: "Young lady! Have you seen some pirated news or something?"
As he spoke, Jason flexed his right bicep: "The actor is me, Jason White, look at my biceps! Look at my biceps! I'm the one who acted, I got the Best Actor award, you should be getting my autograph."
"Sorry, I thought it was Tommy," the girl sighed with regret upon hearing Jason's words.
