It was any typical day for Brian. Local pickles game going on, giving the Bleacher Creatures a perfect chance to try and steal a few from the concession stand. And fail. Stupid Ms. Cheryl and her superstitions.

Yeah, typical. So he made up by egging Mr. Browns car, which made him feel a little better. Until he saw her.

There you were, walking by like you didn't just stop his world. He stood on that sidewalk, jaw hanging and that awestruck look in his eyes. And you just strutted past him, ignoring him.

You just ignored him.

Rinna had to shake him out of it, since he was really freaking her out. But who cares about that? He just witnessed a goddess walk by, and no one cared?!

And here he was, standing to the side of the concession stand as you ordered a hotdog and chips. With a new goal in mind. To steal your heart.