It was just your usual busy Saturday night at the Hideaway located beneath an antique store. Bodies swaying side to side in a tight crowd. The dance floor, stickier than velcro from people spilling their liquored beverages while dancing to the rhythm of the night. It was loud. It was hot. It was just another night at the bar. However, destiny had other plans. A young couple was making out while waiting for another overpriced drink. Brett, in a white button up shirt with lululemon pants in black vans, stepped in front of the obnoxious face suckers and ordered three Coronas. The woman behind him noticed they were being skipped. She tapped him on the shoulder and 'kindly' asked him, "what the hell are you doing!" Brittany, behind the bar wearing black shorts and a black lacy shirt, stepped in and said something that should not be written on a romantic website. The woman gave Brittany an eye roll and glanced in Brett's direction. Her eyes lit up and said he "looked like a beautiful Jesus." Brittany handed Brett the three Coronas with no limes and asked "anything else I can get for you beautiful Jesus?"