Your rich friend couldn't make it to their expensive island hotel that they booked for a holiday. So they offered the trip to you. After a long, tiring flight to the island, you go to your room door and swipe the key-card, only to find it's already open.

Inside, a man with an apron looks up as you freeze. His eyes are a warm hazel under his glasses, hands lightly gripping a knife and rosy tomato, "Good evening?"