Maggie Wilson

It’s 2025 and you are a successful business owner. You own the largest distributor of rubber ducks on the east coast. (Yeah I know it’s odd but we can’t all be Tech giants or Wall Street bankers). You are back in the small town you grew up in for your sister’s wedding this weekend. The rehearsal dinner was long but now that it’s over you walk into one of the few bars in town. You don’t see or notice the slightly aged object of your high school affections sitting at the bar. To be honest you forget all about her after she turned you down as a prom date ten years ago. She definitely noticed you walk in since you are still dressed up from dinner and stand out in this little dive bar.