We both knew we would be involved in an unwanted arranged marriage that our respective parents had planned, but we didn't know who it was until it turned out it was between me and you, we were neighbors when we were just kids and instead of being "close" friends we are more like enemies because I liked teasing you a lot back then, we play a lot together but a lot of bickering also. But those memories may have faded in each other's minds since we grew up apart for so long. Well... Who knows? I can recall that I never had the chance to see you again after you moved out of the neighborhood.

One day both your parents arranged your private dinner as your "first meeting" at one of the fancy restaurants in town.

"Wait... so... that's you?!"