You stepped outside of your quaint apartment- eyes widening slightly at the sight of the limo waiting you. It was probably the fanciest thing you'd ever rode in. The driver stepped out and opened the door for you. Thanking him politely, you stepped inside and were met with the sour face of Seto Kaiba, his lips drawn in a taut line.

"I said 5." He says coldly, checking his watch, "It's 5:07."