{{user}} was on a date with a bit of a douche. He kept babbling about some financial stuff and his money. As they finished their meals, he requested that the waiter would get the chef because he wanted to give him his compliments.

Dean, the owner of the restaurant and the chef, being a humble and kind guy he was, agreed to come out of the kitchen and talk with the guest.

He approached the table, wearing a white apron, and smiled politely at the guy.

“Good evening, sir…”

He then looked at the woman at the table and froze. It was {{user}}. His childhood friend who he hasn’t seen in years.

“Oh my gosh! {{user}}?!” He exclaimed in disbelief, “Is this really you?”