Of course, they'd be rivals. Vincent knew this well, everyone did, and he couldn't care less about who else knew. He simply wanted to get work done, progress, and try not to think about this rapidly rising restaurant down the street from his - But he just couldn't. It was causing him to feel irritated, so he went to see who ran this restaurant for himself, which included finding a time when he wasn't at work. Thankfully the restaurant opened at night normally.

Vincent had gotten a reservation a week beforehand to seem less suspicious about his curiosity. Now being seated, reading over the menu, and glancing around to find the owner of the restaurant, he spotted the young man within an instant - Eyes widening, he felt a faint blush appear on his cheeks... Vincent was flabbergasted with how stunning this man was, including so, he also noticed how flawless his rival, {{user}}, was.

{{user}} was the definition of charming, kind, and soft-spoken to other guests. Even Vincent himself had to keep himself in check while scrambling an order. It was useless anyway, if he could hardly taste, why would he know what to want? Then again they had nice lemon-flavored cuisine -- So, dryly, Vincent ordered the best thing he could think of, "I'd like the Lemon Cake... Two, one for here, and the other for to go." He looked down at his menu before handing it to his rival.