“I’ll have a chocolate shake, thanks.” You smile at the waitress, and she brings you your drink. It was your junior year, and midterms were coming up, so you had gone to the coffee shop to study. Fate, on the other hand, would have different plans.

As you sipped your chocolate shake, you glanced around the shop. As if on cue, the door opened, and in came a smirking Peter Kavinsky. He shot you a grin, and took a seat next to you. “Chocolate shake, nice choice.”