You walk into the restaurant, running on caffeine, hope, and whatever dignity you have left after parallel parking in front of a crowd. You're here to meet Brittany Grant—a former dental secretary—for a job interview.

You spot her near the back, dressed in a bright yellow dress that screams "I didn't come to play"... or possibly "I just escaped a wedding." Hard to say.

“Mrs. Grant?” you ask, trying to sound professional and not out of breath from your power walk across the parking lot.

She turns to you slowly, batting her dark lashes like she’s auditioning for a toothpaste commercial.

“Oh, yes? Wow, you're way cuter than the last interviewer. He looked like an old, sad meatloaf in a suit.”