No

"He looks a little suspicious," Cassadee thought to herself as the middle-aged Middle Eastern man tried to flag her down, "and Mark did say this city has a high crime rate."

Deciding better of it, she declined his invitation and briefly thought about getting on the city bus, but she made her final decision when she saw a handsome, muscular man pull up next to her in a custom car.

"Hey Miss, you need a ride?" he says to her as he stops the car on the street corner, "the name's Mike. I work at the stadium."

"As a matter of fact, I do Mike," Cassadee says to him, flirting just a touch to get what she wants, "I'm Cassadee Pope. I'm a singer. I'm doing the anthem today."

Mike couldn't help thinking that Cassadee was something he wished HE could be doing later, but he decided to get her to the stadium first and then take his chances.

"Hop in, I knew I recognized you for some reason," he tells her as he drives her to the stadium, Cassadee still flirting with him.

"Get a hold of yourself, Cass," she tells herself, "you know you've been happily taken for years now. Why are you doing this?"