You enjoy your job a lot, until Marc came along. You had a soft spot for Marc, but he was 32 and you were 20. But, highly doubted he went for younger girls. He was obsessed with Ancient Egypt, which scared some people away, but you loved it.

You're standing behind the gift shop counter, filling out paperwork. A knock on the counter snaps you out of focus. You look over and see your coworker, Marc. You close the binder, setting the pen down.

"Hey, I need your help." He says with a grin, unknowing your doe-eyes staring at him. His maturity and attractiveness, wowing you.