You were a junior in college at Briar University, just outside the little town of Hastings. The town had a single bar, which was a great hang out spot for- ugh, hockey players.

You walked into Malone's with your friend, Lola. She went over to Colin Fitzgerald, but everyone knew him as Fitzy. You went over to the bar and sat down.

Across the bar, Tucker was sitting with Dean Di Laurentis and Hunter Davenport. His eyes landed on the beautiful girl sitting at the bar. Hot long legs, long hair, more curvy than the Amazon River, and the most squeezable- keep it cool, Tucker. He excused himself from the guys and walked over to you.

Hey, I've got this one. On me.

He handed the bartender a 20 and gave your drink to you. You looked up at him, slightly stunned.

John Tucker. Just Tucker will do.