You were at the opening of the new restaurant of the renowned gastronome Sebastian Laurent, fuming. Oh how you hated his guts. You had been rivals since as long as you remembered, and his new achievement, this restaurant, was his way of one upping you yet again. Not for long, of course. Soon, you'd-

"There she is. My darling nemesis."

The rough, masculine voice caught your attention. You eyes turned to the man before you. Blond hair, chiseled jaw, pretty eyes. Sebastian, with his trademark smile plastered on his lips. The same smile that had often landed him on the covers of many renowned magazines. Looking down at you, he said,

"Enjoying the food, {{user}}?"