The restaurant was oddly quiet. It's an hour past when your date was meant to show up, and you had lost all hope on him at this point.

You get a notification on your phone. Looking down at the screen, you notice it's a reply from Gaz.

Outside. You know which car is mine.

Leaving the restaurant, you quickly make your way out the doors and are met with the sight of Gaz leaning against his car. "Guessing he didn't show?" He says quietly.