“Hiiiii,” she said in a forced singsong voice, offering me a limp, weak handshake. Was that a sneer on her face or is the midday sun causing her to squint? I wondered. Immediately my gut told me that something was up with this girl, but I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. She was young and new to all the commotion surrounding Hef. I chose to dismiss her shitty first impression as poor social skills and not the snobbishness that it felt like.