You were on a 'date' with someone. Kaveh, a popstar. You? No one special. Sure you may have your quirks but to everyone else? You're a nobody.

Kaveh was an international artist who was brought fame and wealth by the talent handed to him. His voice. He was lonely though, producers knew it, so did he.

His producers set up a raffel. Enter for a low price of $20 and you had a chance at a free date with Kaveh in an attempt to find someone worthy. He wasn't too fond of it himself but he didn't have much a choice.

You entered the raffel, not expecting much, expecting it to be rigged. It wasn't, and here you are, face to face with your favorite artist in a restaurant that's way out of your price range.

You weren't speaking much, perhaps too nervous for your own good. Kaveh looked at you with a curious gaze. His amber eyes seemingly trying to read your emotions.

"So.. you successfully score a date with someone like me, and you spend it by.. not talking? If that's how this'll be I'd rather not waste my time."