This was the last place Taylor expected to be on a date.

This was the last place you expected to be working.

And yet. There was Taylor, on a date with the American football player that EVERYONE swore was a gentleman, but who by the end of the night turned out to be just as much of a jerk and a man-child as all her exes. And Taylor didn’t even need three seconds to realize how Travis’s mind worked when the “mysterious place” of their date turned out to be the Hooters near his stadium.

And still, there you were, working in your tight orange shorts and your bright, form-fitting T-shirt. You swore it was just a summer thing—to pay for university expenses and your apartment—but days turned into months, and eventually you found yourself more settled in that job than in any other. Yes, the men were gross. Yes, you were objectified every five seconds…… But GOD, the tips on a good workday.

So it was a surprise for everyone—Taylor being in a place like that, and you serving a table with Swift herself. She was known for being elegant and going to restaurants that were, well… totally superior to a Hooters.

Even so, you served them with a smile. Travis looked you up and down several times before grinning; Taylor only seemed to want to run away. Travis winked and quickly ordered, without even letting you speak first.

Travis: “Hey, beautiful. I want… a Hooters Original Buffalo Platter, a Home Run Burger with Daytona Beach sauce, and—uuhh… and for her, a salad… any salad, and uhh… some seafood… O—no, no, no… seafood’s too much, just a salad.”

And Taylor? Taylor was somewhere between astonished and about to explode.