Now Esteban's like losing his mind now. His man junk is jumping around like a room full of ninjas and he grows a pair and walks up to talk to her. The conversation, paraphrased of course:
Esteban: I just wanted to tell you, you look beautiful today, miss.
Fineasschick: I know, but thank you.
Esteban: What brings you into this building?
Fineasschick: I was just doing an interview at the radio station.
Esteban: So what's your plans now? Why are you just waiting in the lobby?
Fineasschick: I'm waiting for my limo.
Esteban: Oh, that sounds nice, so you wanna go out or something tonite? I'll show you around?
Fineasschick: I would like to but i have to go out with my family tonite and we're leaving early for LA tomorrow.
Esteban: Awww, that's too bad. Well can I take a picture with you seeing as everyone else is and I don;t know ho you are?
Fineasschick:(Not believing what shes hearing...) I'm Kim Kardashian.
So now Esteban knows he's heard that name before (esteban lives in a cave by the way and doesn't read newspapers) and it's starts filtering through his mind and then it hits him, she's on the cover and centerfold of a a magazine he has at home he keeps under his mattress. Esteban takes a photo. He comes upstairs and tells me. Some days, I wish I was "Esteban".