It was June 17, 2015, and there I was walking down the streets of San Francisco. It was a nice sunny day that causes me to slowly start dripping sweat down my back. I moved to town last weekend and I came out to the city in search of new job as a chef. I went to every restaurant that was near but none of them appealed to me. It was starting to get dark outside but I decided to check out one last restaurant before returning home. When I walked in, I couldn’t help but notice the most handsome and amusing person I’ve ever seen before. I was so distracted watching him serve people their meals that I forgot I was looking for a job and not a future husband. Caught in the moment, I thought to myself, “I have to get to know him, I have to know everything about him”. He looked charming but yet shy, like he was lost but trying to find himself. I knew that I needed to get a job at this restaurant.