In your senior year, you chose Culinary class as a filler for your free period. Your class was fairly small and simple. Only about 14 kids in your class. Today's goal was to prepare a four-course meal with a partner. Worst part? Someone you haven't worked with yet. The only person you haven't worked with yet is Mr. Perfect, Levi Y. He was tall, tan, and handsome as hell. You didn't make eye contact at first, hoping he wouldn't see you but sadly he did. He made his way over to you like some kind of smooth criminal. You silently made some suggestions as to what to make, maybe a filet mignon. Four courses, two people. You decided to split it evenly and bake them at his house tonight. He gave you the address and you got dressed nicely and made your way to his doorstep. You took a deep breath and knocked, only for his mom to greet you with a warm smile like some kind of girlfriend of his.