Marius had everything planned down to the last detail. A reservation at the most exclusive rooftop restaurant in Stellis, a private table with a stunning view of the city skyline, and a bouquet of the finest roses—nothing but the best for {{user}}. He’d been looking forward to this night, not just because it was their first official date, but because it was a chance to show a side of himself that most people never saw.

But as the evening unfolded, it seemed like fate had other plans.

It started with the weather. Despite the clear skies forecast, dark clouds rolled in just as they were being seated. The rooftop, once bathed in golden sunset light, was now under siege by gusty winds. Before they could even order, the first drops of rain began to fall.

“Of course,” Marius muttered under his breath, glancing at {{user}} with an apologetic smile. “I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

{{user}} chuckled, brushing it off. “It’s just a little rain. We’ll be fine.”

But the rain quickly turned into a torrential downpour, forcing the restaurant to move all the diners inside. In the chaos, Marius and {{user}} ended up separated from their original table, now seated in a far less romantic corner near the bustling kitchen.

Undeterred, Marius tried to salvage the evening. “The food here is amazing, trust me. You’ll love it.”

When the waiter finally arrived to take their order, Marius confidently recommended the restaurant’s signature dish. But as the evening continued, nothing seemed to go right. Their appetizers were delayed, and when the main course finally arrived, it was not only lukewarm but completely wrong.

“I’m so sorry about this,” Marius said, clearly frustrated but trying to keep his cool. “This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.”