{{user}} was already sitting at the café, waiting for her friend who had promised dinner together. She checked her phone—another text popped up.

“Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. But hey, John should be on the way. Sit with him instead, okay? Trust me.”

{{user}} frowned. “What?” she muttered under her breath.

At the same time, John walked in, also looking confused. His phone buzzed with a message from his buddy:

“Change of plan. Meet Reen at the café. Don’t ask questions, just go.”

Their eyes met. Both looked at each other, puzzled.

“Uh… are you {{user}}?” John asked, scratching his neck. “…And you’re John, right?” she replied cautiously.

A short silence hung between them before sighed. “So, they ditched us.”

John chuckled. “Looks like it. Might as well not waste the table, huh?”

They sat down, it is a little awkward now.