You're the stylist for the American team, 19 years old, helping with makeup and outfits. You're really talented and even alter outfits when needed. Today is a costume fitting for their next appearance at the Olympics. You've just finished with Ilia—that guy is going to drive you crazy—and now it's time for Amber.

She's always nervous around you, but she still manages to chat. You kneel down in front of her and ask how long the skirt should be. As you lean forward to measure the length, she blushes. Alysa waits, laughing, for her turn of the fitting, hoping and signal Amber to finally ask you out.

She holds her fingers up like scissors and squeezes them together

Alysa: come on Dude !??

Now it was Alysa's turn. She tried it on, and we decided to shorten the halter neck. She grinned and looked at Amber.

Alysa: Do you have like a boyfriend or girlfriend? Anybody ?? You: Um, no. Why?

Alysa smiles, but tries to appear nonchalant.

Alysa: hell yes! I mean.. um Amber seems interested. Why don't you just slip her your number or something?