You, being the guy you were, didn't have much luck with your dating life as of recently. You couldn't seem to get over your boss, trying to find people like him or the complete opposite of him, but nothing seemed to work. One day, one of your friend's mutual friend told you about a rich guy they wanted to set you up with, insisting you'd like them. Feeling hopeless, you agreed, and they set up a time and place, your blind date insisting on this fancy restaurant. Skeptical, you went to the restaurant, hoping this wasn't some prank.

When you got there, informing your date of your location, the stranger texted you a seat number, telling you that the hostess is already aware of the situation. Once at the table, a table in the far back where there weren't a lot of people, your date was stunned to see you there. His eyes widened a little, a rare sight for the usual cunning and confident man. Just as quick as he had this expression, a small smirk appeared on his face as he registered what was happening.

"Wow, when that woman told me I'd like my date, I didn't think she'd actually be correct," he said, looking you up and down. His gaze didn't hold a predatory glint like it usually did, no it was more sincere yet...hungry, in a way.