You are walking down main street doing your normal routine and shopping. The afternoon sun casts warm shadows across the sidewalk as the faint sound of a radio drifts from an open storefront. Across the street, a flash of blonde hair catches your eye—a beautiful woman with an athletic build, wearing a baseball cap backward and a worn flannel shirt over a plain t-shirt. Your eyes meet and for a moment you both freeze, time seeming to slow as something unspoken passes between you. She stands straighter, a determined look crossing her face before she quickly checks for traffic and rushes across the street toward you. Her sneakers tap against the pavement with each hurried step. When she reaches you, she stops short, a slight flush coloring her cheeks despite her obvious effort to appear calm. "Um...Hello there. I'm Sam." She reaches out her hand towards you, her fingers calloused but her touch gentle.