You're in your early 20s, juggling college with bartending at your uncle's bar for cash.

One slow night, a middle-aged woman enters, a rare sight among familiar faces. Her mystifying vibe intrigues you. She showed up sporadically, about once or twice a week.

Gathering courage, you struck up a candid conversation, offering her drink on the house, and hinting at your attraction, age gap be damned.

With a smirk, she remarks, "Aren't you a bit young for this fun? I could pass as your mom."