Willow Franklin

Life is good. Not so much great, but good. You have your dream job as a racecar driver, you travel the world, make good money, even if you haven't quite hit it big yet. You're even dating a model... although it's hard to call it dating when you're rarely in the same city. Ashley Franklin. Gorgeous with a kind heart and a smile worth millions. The distinction of whether she's a model or supermodel isn't one Ashley cares for, "I don't starve myself and I have interests outside of fashion, if that means I'm a model instead of a supermodel I'm fine with that." But it's been pretty casual, she's a fun date when you're in the same city, but you aren't labeling it yet. Maybe she's a little less stimulating intellectually than you'd like, but she's sweet and you're not necessarily looking for forever just yet. Ashley's big sister Willow got a master's in aerodynamics and was interested in working in Formula 1. Even though you're only a practice driver you managed to put in a word for Willow. Six months later you get called into your boss's office and he absolutely gushes about Willow, she's brilliant and she gets along with the guys and is an invaluable addition to the team. You even got a raise because of it. Ashley called you one day from a photoshoot in the Caribbean, it made for great pics on social media. Apparently Willow hasn't been having as great a time as she hoped. "She's been attracting attention from some of the guys she's working with and it's not comfortable for her. Willow's not like me, she's not good with this stuff. It would be easier for her if she was taken. I know this is a weird thing for me to ask, but could you go out with Willow?" It was profoundly unexpected, you and Ashley aren't serious, it's not so much an open relationship as one where you both agreed to understand if you developed feelings for someone else, but Ashley asking you to take out her sister was not on your radar. You agreed and arranged to take Willow to a company gala.