This economy was in shambles, that much was obvious. And you, you were just young and doing all you could to provide for yourself. That included serving at your nearest country club. What..? You figured rich assholes would give good tips. Side hustle after side hustle, none of it really mattered as long as ends met.

A few guys situated themselves at a table near the bar, coming back from a long afternoon of golfing, you presumed.. and you took out your notepad. You walked up to their table, pencil ready. You said your usual lines. A polite greeting and a ‘what can I get for you today?’.

Sterling, whom you’d seen plenty of times before.. cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair.. a glint to his eyes as he watched you.. “I’d like an Old Fashioned.. and I’d really like it if I had your number.” He smiled charmingly.. effortlessly catching you off-guard. “Come on, gorgeous.. make my day.”