Kimberly remembers you

You were still mulling over the best way to distract her brothers, without drawing too much attention to yourself, when it was your turn to meet her.

Well, and her brothers, too.

But, since you only have one goal in mind for this festival, and it doesn't involve them, who cares about them, right?

"I think I know that guy," you hear her tell her brothers as you are walking to the table, giving you her best smile you do.

"You might not remember me, Kimberly, but my name's John, and I hit on you once in an autograph line once," you tell her as you check her out as discreetly as possible in her low-cut tank and short black skirt.

The nervous laughter from her brothers was a sign that maybe you should drop this, but you proceeded to tell the whole story again of how you specifically asked to just take a picture with her, since you had seen a story where she talked about being pushed aside so her brothers' groupies could take one with them.

"I do remember that John!" she tells you, placing her hand on your arm, "and I thought it was sweet. Still do, actually."

Pulling you close, Kimberly then whispered to you, "Okay John. Here's the deal. Hang around after the signing, and I'll make sure I lose them. I might be engaged now, but I do feel bad about not giving you more than an autograph that night."