"You okay?" An unfamiliar voice rang in your ears. You lifted your face from its place in your hands, your eyes looking up at the new face. It was your waiter for the evening. His nametag read "Venti", and his two braids in the front framed his admittedly cute face.

You had just been on what was probably the worst date of your life. The person was a total jerk. They yelled at a passing waitress just because they wanted more bread. You looked up at Venti, thinking of a response.