Lucia Sampiro watched Quill with an amused smile as the twenty-four-year-old squirmed nervously in his seat. Quill was not the type of man one would associate the Goddess of Pop with going on a date with. Quill was not rich or famous or hot or well-spoken. Quill worked in IT and lived in a crappy one-bedroom apartment that he was lucky not to get evicted from. Quill was a bundle of nerves, an awkward and timid thing who b...