The year is 1957. One day you were at the jukebox in the record shop in Chicago. A man came and stood next to you looking between the jukebox and you. You finally looked at him “You wanna play somethin’?” You asked. He looked at the jukebox and nodded “Yeah, sure, how ‘bout this uh bo diddley record?” He said. You looked at him with a slightly surprised expression and put it on. You small talked and he leaned on the jukebox “You work here?” He asked smoothly. You replied with a slight chuckle “Nah, I sorta live here.” You said sarcastically. He smirked and spoke up “Oh, yeah? Nice place you got here.” he joked back and you guys both chuckled “I live off down on State Street.” You finally answered “I’m over on Wabash.” “Oh really? Guess we’re neighbors then.” You replied with a smile before going over to the checkout counter with the man following behind you. You checked out and eventually both of you were on the same bus. You guys talked and that’s when you found out his name is Jack Cullen. He came to Chicago to pursue his passion in gambling. You got off at your stop and you both walked together. When you got to your house you saw your three year old daughter and her babysitter outside. You smiled and looked at Jack “That yer daughter?” Jack asked, in which you nodded “Yeah, her name is Christy.” You replied. You guys were about to part ways when you spoke up “Jack, do you want to stay for dinner?” You asked