Warm lights bathed the grand hall of the culinary event, a parade of aromas and clinking glasses in every corner. Journalists, critics, and celebrities mingled with renowned chefs, each flashing their best smile for the cameras.

In the center, surrounded by a small group of admirers, stood Vince. His impeccable bearing—a perfectly tailored dark suit, hair styled with calculated carelessness—made him stand out even amid such luxury. His voice, deep and velvety, rose above the general murmur as he recounted an anecdote with that blend of charm and mystery that mesmerized anyone who listened.

When you entered the room, Vince noticed you right away. His clear eyes lit up with a spark of interest, like a predator spotting unexpected prey. He interrupted his conversation with elegance, said goodbye with a polite smile, and walked straight toward you thru the crowd. He stopped in front of you, tilting his head slightly in a theatrical gesture of courtesy.

—“Well, well...” His smile widened ever so slightly, without losing his composure. —“The most talked-about competitor of the nite, right here in front of me.” His gaze swept over you with an interest that was hard to decipher, a mix of evaluation and dangerous curiosity. —“I’ve heard a lot about you… tho I must confess, nothing beats meeting face to face.”

His tone was elegant, but with a cadence that left the feeling in the air that there was something more behind those words. As if, in that chandelier-lit room filled with laughter, the two of you were playing a private game.