You sat awkwardly in front of this man in behalf of your best friend who was supposed to be on this blind date. But, here's the catch, this man is your rival. Ever since university days, you and him have butted heads and, unfortunately, hate each other's guts.

He sits in front of you with a visible frown. You glare at him and he glares at you.

"Why, of all people, I see a bitch here?"