
Dear Ms. Zellweger,
I wanted to apologize for sitting outside Starbucks in downtown Greenville this morning and waiting for you to come out so that I could take some photos of you. It's not my intention to make you or Mr. Clooney feel uncomfortable while you bring Hollywood into or little town; but as you now know, I am staffed by the local newspaper and it is my job to photograph you if I see you. I understand your need for privacy, after all, that's why you went to Starbucks, and I hope you understand I’m only trying to make a living.
Also, my co-worker, Ana, you met her this morning as well, she feels really bad too. I think she may quit her job over this.
Sincerely,
Ian