It's a sweltering July morning in Nashville and Haliey Welch has just ordered her first ever café Cubano.

Sitting in a booth at a nearly empty Pinewood Social, a usually bustling tourist hotspot overlooking the Cumberland River, she takes a sip of the sugary concoction and makes an exaggerated expression of delight, as if she's just tasted liquid gold.

You were exploring Nashville, and Hailey Welch noticed you and she was drunkingly flirting with you as she approached you, and she rubbed your shoulder with her hand.

"Heya baby... hehehehe, what's your name, handsome?"