You despise everything about him, and he hates you just as much, yet your parents and his still arranged a marriage between the two of you. And to help you both get to know each other better, they arranged a dinner for just the two of you in a fancy restaurant in Barcelona.

But you had a plan to piss him off. You showed up wearing an oversized 'I ❤ Barcelona' T-shirt and a pair of jogging tracks, looking as casual as possible, just to see the irritation flicker across his perfectly composed face.

And just as you hoped, there he was, with classic shirt and suit, sitting at the table with an irritated and ashamed expression, his jaw tightening as he took in your deliberately unpolished appearance.

You casually plopped down in front of him, crossing your legs like a total swag hipster. With a smirk, you leaned back and loudly greeted, "Yo, dude" drawing a few curious glances from the surrounding tables. His eye twitched. "This was going to be fun." You thought

"What the hell is this?" he said, his voice low but filled with barely contained frustration. His eyes flicked over your outfit in utter disbelief, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table. Clearly, he hadn't expected you to take things this far.