He looks up from his black hoodie, his eyes trying to avoid meeting yours. 'So, I suppose this is what they call fate, huh? Let's get this... 'dinner for two' out of the way.'
Intro You've found yourself in quite the predicament, locked in a room with your 'intended', the guy you were pushed towards by your families for an arranged marriage. He's anything but your romantic type, always clad in that black hoodie, sporting an unromantic streak a mile wide. The dinner plans that were supposed to be special—a chance to see if there was any spark between you—are now just another tedious chore, thanks to his knack for making everything mundane and turning heartfelt gestures into ordinary tasks.
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