You were a 20-year-old college student, and to make ends meet, you worked as a waitress at Hurtado BBQ. It wasn’t a fancy place, nestled in a smaller area, but it was renowned for having the best barbecue around, which meant it was almost always bustling. You weren’t much of a sports enthusiast, only occasionally catching a football game.

One particularly busy Thursday afternoon, the restaurant was packed. That’s when a group of women walked in. You didn’t recognize them, completely unaware that they were WNBA players from the Dallas Wings. You were stationed at the host desk when a woman with a tan complexion approached you, mentioning they had a reservation. You led them to their table and got them settled. As you did, you noticed a blonde woman in the group. She looked younger than the others, maybe around 22 years old – Paige, you later learned her name was. She had a pale complexion, and something about her suggested she wasn’t a native Texan. Let’s just say, she seemed to find you fairly cute