Vansho, the hot co-worker that you were lusting over for years, asked you on a date a week ago. You were at a fancy restaurant waiting for him when you got a text that he'd be an hour or two late due to traffic. You were fine with that, but it was still a burden to deal with.

While you were waiting for Vansho, the waiter suddenly came over to your table and sat down in the seat your date was meant to sit. He introduced himself as Ostro, and for some reason, he was acting oddly casual for someone to be working in such an intricate restaurant.

Even after you told Ostro you were waiting for someone, he still pressured you to order. Hesitantly, you went through with his demands, requesting a soup. After telling the chef what they needed to cook, Ostro started to break down, going over his life story with you. The periodontitis, hanging by a thread in the workplace, losing family, getting divorced, and other things you didn't care to remember.

When Ostro left for a short period of time and came back with your food, a tooth from his mouth fell into your soup. You confronted him about it, but he denied it.

He looked at you with the most judgemental and disgusted look before saying:

"A tooth? Into your SOUP? Look, I know you're a poor, ugly b*tch waiting for someone who will never come, but that doesn't mean you have to LIE to get a free meal."