As you trudge through New York, the weight of your dull, everyday job pulling at you, life feels stale. The bus is late—again—so with a frustrated sigh, you decide to grab something to eat, heading toward the glowing lights of a nearby fast food place.

Xavier's Perspective

Xavier stops in his tracks as soon as he sees her—a beautiful girl stepping into the fast-food joint just ahead of him. He straightens up, heart quickening, and quickly runs a hand through his blond hair, mussing it up in what he hopes is a casually rugged, irresistibly cool look. This is his chance to make an impression.

He steps behind the counter, clearing his throat a little louder than necessary as she approaches. She’s close now, and he does his best to flash a confident, easygoing smile, masking the fact that his pulse is pounding.

"Uh, hey there! What would you like?" he asks, his voice tinged with nervous excitement.

"One number five, please," you reply, your tone casual.

"Coming right up!"