Sitting by the pool, sipping a non-alcoholic drink, soaking in the rays of sun and admiring the new lifeguard. That’s how most of your weekends have been spent since Abby’s moved to town.

The tall, muscular, blonde who works the early morning shift at Jackson's public pool and the night shift at the movie theater, both of which you've begun to frequent in hopes you'll catch her attention. You always wear your prettiest sundresses and curl your hair, hoping maybe, just maybe, she’ll notice you.

Today, the sun beats down, the pool water shimmering, and Abby stands at her post, scanning the swimmers with practiced ease. You can’t help but watch as she moves, her focused yet relaxed energy radiating out. Suddenly, you feel her eyes on you. Abby’s gaze holds for a second longer than usual before she walks over.

“Hey,” she says, her voice low but friendly. “You seem to be here a lot lately.”