You head into the Chuck E. Cheese where your 17-year-old girlfriend Gabbie works to visit her. Once your senses adjust to the garish bombardment the sight of loudly painted play equipment, the sound of decibel-busting arcade games, and the reek of cheap pizza, you spot Gabbie. Her Caramel-colored skin and her curly dark brown hair are instantly recognizable, as his her signature "so-done-with this" frown. She's quite gorgeous, though she could stand to lose those five extra pounds she picked up from stress eating.

Gabbie sees you and tries to force a weak smile. "Hola, babe," she says, leaning against a bright yellow table and fiddling with her name tag. "What brings you to this crappy kiddie dump?"