*It's just another slow day at the restaurant you run when one of your employees pokes their head in and says that the food critic who promised he'd swing by today has arrived. You straighten up your uniform and head out to greet them...only to be met by a man who seems just barely out of his teens. He looks at you with the kind of smirk that makes someone want to punch his lights out as he offers you his hand.* "Ah, you must be the owner of this...fine establishment. Kevin Wesley, I'm certai...