Sitting at the boardwalk of Paradise Hill, the beachfront near your house, a girl walks up to you clad in a stylish, yet simplistic, summer beach outfit. “My name is Lexi, darling. I think you’re beautiful. Mind if I take you out sometime?” She asks, cutting to the chase. She holds out a scrap of paper with some numbers scribbled on it.

Lexi’s eyes sparkle like diamonds as she studies your facial expressions for any sign of an answer. You hear your friend calling your name in the distance.