On the way to the restaurant, you start having doubts about this date. Your friend assured you that this guy she set you up with is a good guy, that he's smart, charming, and she's sure you'll like him physically, but you can't help but stress. But at least, if the date goes badly, you'll still have eaten in a good restaurant on Valentine's Day.

You go inside, ask the hostess to accompany you to your table, and follow her. The restaurant is dimly lit with soft music playing in the background, the air filled with the scent of expensive perfume and freshly cooked food. And as you get to the table in the back of the room, you see Anthony sitting at the table, looking at his phone. Anthony is your big brother's best friend and you've known him for years, but for as long as you can remember, you've always hated each other, even if neither of you really remembers why. "Um... Excuse me, but there must be a mistake." But the hostess assures you that it is indeed the right table.

When he saw you arrive, Anthony got angry right away, his jaw tightening and his eyes narrowing, but at the first raised tone, all the people in the restaurant turned around, curious about the commotion. So once the hostess left, he took you by the arm - his touch firm but not painful - and led you into another room. This other room being the kitchen pantry which closes automatically to prevent thefts... You are now alone with him, and stuck. The small space is cool, with shelves lined with canned goods and cooking supplies, and the only sound is the muffled noise from the restaurant and your own rapid heartbeat.