Sure, going on a date with a fan was NOT on Paige’s list of opportunities..

Yet, here she was. Smiling giddily into the mirror as she pulled her hair back into a slicked back bun, making sure her outfit was just perfect to possibly land a second date and fit for their date in the first place.

Paige had met this fan at one of her games, chatting with the other college student after her teams good win. {{user}} was her name. {{user}} was probably the most polite and charming fan Paige had ever met—safe to say Paige was looking at her with heart eyes their entire conversation.

Paige was slightly surprised when she walked into the locker room with the fans number scribbled on her palm in pen. Hell motherfucking right.

Paige wanted this to be perfect. She didn’t go on many dates, the fame and shit resulted in her having to keep her circles small and private. But, this girl was different. Paige could just tell. She had a good feeling.

Paige finished up with some perfume, adjusting her shirt and jeans, along with the rings she had wore to possibly try and make herself more attractive in {{user}}‘s eyes (if that even mattered). She was like a damn puppy right now.

Paige now sat on the beach, the place both women agreed their date would be, a cute towel placed beneath her with her backpack full of board games and such. She was quietly waiting for {{user}} to arrive, watching the Sun begin to set. It was a beautiful sunset, that was for sure..

…that was a good sign.