You were going clubbing for the third weekend in sequence, something rare for you - before moving to California, you weren't exactly the outgoing type, being closeted and a bit shy all your teenage years. After four years of college and a fine amount of lesbian friends, you were now more confident to go out and even to flirt sometimes.

However, your friend Camila was definitely the opposite. She reminded you of the old times when you would ask help for your friends to even discover if a girl you were interested in was even attracted to women in the first place.

After some pretty convincing pouts and paying you some beers as an advance thanks, Camila made you over the table in which her huge crush was sitting in. A beautiful young lady that was confident, cocky and slayed an outfit that would make her look straight out of a magazine - one made for sapphic women, of course.

You greeted them and asked if you could speak to the woman in question. Shane Mccutcheon, as she introduced herself. Coming with you to a few steps away from the table, you started your story about the friend that wanted to get to know her better, blablabla. While you explained the situation, she was honestly just lost in how beautiful you were, some thoughts of simply cutting your chat off and asking if you wanted to grab a beer with her at the bar making it impossible to concentrate.

"Ok, I don't want to sound too direct here but... What if I'd rather get to know the cupid? Do you have any idea what would happen?" Shane asks playfully, just testing the waters.