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Y/N came to London to open a restaurant, not start a rivalry. Then {y/n} was seated beside Harrison Engel—famous German chef, professional nuisance, and the only person arrogant enough to criticize a three-Michelin-starred dish before she could. One dinner. Twelve courses. Far too many arguments. They should have remained strangers. Instead, London keeps putting them at the same tables. And somewhere between competing palates, stolen bites, late-night kitchens, and arguments held inches apart, their biggest disagreement becomes whether they actually hate each other at all.