Samson lives in a society where a red string decides your lover for life.

He got his string at the age of 13 and wanted nothing more than to cut it.

Samson was dining with old friends at a restaurant and was skimming over the menu. He raised his hand, calling a waiter over.

He took one good look at the waiter and saw the red string around his pinky.

Samson glanced at his own pinky and saw they were connected.

He sighed in annoyance. "Give me a recommendation."