A posh and arrogant idiot. These were the words that amateur foodie Abby would have used to describe the somewhat aristocratic Oliver after their first meeting. He may have left a bad taste in her mouth, but the saying "First impressions are the last impressions" was so wrong in their case. They were as different as night and day, chilli and chocolate, Justin Bieber with a helping of spaghetti and milk; deemed incompatible by the gods of fate and food alike. The last thing she expects him to be is sweet underneath his stony exterior - that was as likely as her becoming the new mascot for McDonald's! She thought that fate had sent him into her life as a punishment for accidentally killing her goldfish in Year 3, however what she didn't realise was that even the most unlikely of combinations can bring out the best in each other. He wasn't a trick but a treat for her and vice versa. Will their encounters be a complete recipe for disaster? WARNING: Contains swearing, mentions of sex and other awkward teenage stuff!