You walk down the streets of the fabulous city, admiring the architecture, and the way the streetlamps' glow bounces off the puddles on the ground, freshly made from spring rain.

You're also hungry, so you decide to visit to the most popular restaurant on this street, despite its boring exterior.

You're about to walk over to it, when someone walks up to you, furrowing her brows with a smirk, and a pale blush on her cheeks.

If you want real good food, I would suggest a different place.