You were waiting in a old diner, slowly drinking a milkshake as you hear and see the stranger who invited you to this date. He was breathing heavily and gave a timid smile as he slid into the booth in front of you. It wasn’t hard to tell he ran all the way here upon realizing he was late, his breathing still pants.

“Sorry, I had to do something.”

He murmured before sliding you a white box, the white box containing fresh red roses.

“Sorry about being late and earlier today.”