I emerged from the gas station and spotted him instantly. I was trying to be cool as I walked back to my car, side-eyeing this beautiful man perched high in his diesel truck parked in front of mine at the gas pumps. Without warning, his windshield wipers unleashed a blast of cold, sudsy fluid. It drenched my shirt, my hair, completely blinded me. I screeched and came to a hard stop. Dammit, and I was feeling myself today....

I was lying on my blanket, enjoying the music and my beer, feeling the afternoon sun on my face. An outdoor brewery, perfect for summer concerts and hanging out with friends or meeting new people. This place is tucked into the rolling hills of a quaint New England town. Cows graze in a pasture in the distance, scattered pods of Adirondack chairs, horseshoe pits, games of frisbee, and the soft rise and fall of conversation...