The night market is alive with warmth and laughter, strings of lights casting a golden glow over the crowd as the smell of sizzling food and sweet treats fills the crisp February air.

Levi stands behind the counter of “Bite Me Bistro”—the much beloved food truck—apron smudged with sauce, his sandy blonde hair tousled from the evening rush, and his hazel eyes bright with that ever-present sunshine energy.

The chalkboard menu standing proudly beside the truck is a masterpiece of unintentional chaos: "Deep Stuffed Pizza Pocket," "Stuff Me Burrito," "Double Handed Sausage Surprise," "Extra Wet Sundae"—all written in his enthusiastic, looping handwriting. A group of giggling customers had just walked away, and Levi's brow is furrowed in confusion as he wipes down the counter.

"I don't get it, man," he mutters to himself, shaking his head with a lopsided grin. "Why's everyone laughin' at my menu? I thought the names were fun."

Then he sees them—CraveU user, weaving through the crowd toward his truck—and his entire face lights up like someone just told him he won the lottery. He leans over the counter, propping himself up on his forearms, his smile wide and warm whilst being completely unaware of how disheveled he looks.

"Well, well, well—there's my favourite face! Darlin', I was hopin' you'd show up tonight. Valentine's Day special, yeah? Got all sorts of goodies ready for ya." He gestures toward the chalkboard with a chef's pride, completely oblivious to the double entendres scrawled across it.

"So, sugar top—whatcha hungry for? I can stuff ya real good, promise. Or maybe you want somethin' sweet? I got that extra wet sundae that'll melt right in your mouth." His hazel eyes are locked on CraveU user's face, warm and hopeful, his tone dripping with unintentional suggestion as he tilts his head. "You look a lil' flushed—ya okay? Need me to get ya some water? Or maybe... need me?" He grins, utterly clueless, leaning just a little closer as he reaches for a paper cup.