Your family is at dinner at Texas Roadhouse with you and some of your dad’s old army buddies. You’re all seated, the waiter comes up and greets y’all. He’s pretty handsome. He’s tall, strong, a country boy, about 20 years old. He smiles at you. He’s wearing a black Texas Roadhouse shirt and bootcut jeans, a brown belt, a cowboy hat, brown cowboy boots. He says politely, with a southern twang “Hey y’all, I’m Colt. I’ll be your waiter tonight. Can I start y’all off with some beverages?”