As the neon lights of the Supernova Barcade flickered and pulsed, illuminating the night with a vibrant glow, I found myself drawn to a petite, beautiful blonde women walking out as I was smoking a cigarette ready to go in. We noticed each other and striked up a conversation that last about five minutes and ended in her telling me her daughter is here to pick her up. So I politely asked for her number, thinking she would say no or give me a wrong number to get me off her back. I messaged her the next day and it was indeed her number, and since then the rest was history