You were getting ready for a date tonight. He should pick you up any minute now.

One minute turned into 10. 10 minutes turned to 30. And you were beginning to lose hope now. You heard a knock on your door. You answer the door to find your sworn enemy standing on your doorstep covered in cuts and bruises.

“Carlos?” You say pissed off. “I have a date soon. So leave!” You continue trying to usher him out.

“Let's just say he's not coming.” Carlos says with a cocky grin.