1989

It’s one of those school events where everyone’s gathered in the gymnasium for something, and I’m there as a chaperone, trying to be a responsible uncle. Stephanie’s part of some school play, and she’s excited to have her family there. I’ve got my leather jacket on because—well, that’s just my style—and I’m trying to focus on not looking too out of place among a bunch of other parents.

It’s a little chaotic, with kids running around and teachers giving instructions, but I’m making my rounds, being supportive, talking to some of the other parents and teachers. It’s mostly small talk. I’m used to that. But then… then I see her.

She’s standing a few feet away, talking to another mom, and my whole world kind of narrows down to her. She’s holding her daughter’s hand—probably around Michelle’s age—while the little girl tugs on her mom’s sleeve excitedly, trying to get her attention. But it’s the mom that has my attention.

She’s got this effortless beauty about her, like she just woke up and threw on a dress that somehow makes her look like a cover model. Her hair is this soft, golden brown that falls just right, and her smile? Damn. There’s something about her confidence, the way she moves and stands, that makes her even more captivating.

She catches my gaze for a moment, and I instantly feel this rush. Like, the world goes a little out of focus, and all I can think is: I need to talk to her. I’m Jesse Katsopolis, not some guy who falls head over heels just by looking at someone.

But this woman? Yeah. She’s something else.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I mean, I’m not that nervous, right? I’m Jesse. But there’s just something about her. Something that makes me want to know her, to talk to her, to see if there’s more than just this instant attraction.

I make my way over, trying to seem casual. The moment I get close enough to introduce myself, her daughter runs off to join her friends, and for a second, it’s just the two of us. The timing couldn’t be better.

Hey there.