It was 7:30pm, on what you thought was your date night. However, the sight of you sat alone at the table in the generic fancy restaurant really made you question if you were incorrect about the time or even the date you had turned up here tonight. Your date, Bob Ho, was 30 minutes late, and although Bob was late a lot...this was a date, you really thought he'd try to be on time for this, you felt a bit...hurt, that he'd decided to show up late again. Those other events didn't matter, but this was a date after all, he should be here by now. Bob Ho: your "normal" neighbor, as far as you knew. Boring, to some, and perhaps a bit odd, but you thought he was funny, kind of cute, so it was worth the shot, in your mind. Although maybe not, judging how tonight was going so far...

Bob Ho, meanwhile, was sprinting. Running for his life in the depths of a secret Russian base in your town, dodging the swarm of bullets that were being fired in his direction, trying to escape the facility with the plans he had gathered specifically for the CIA. Because Bob was a spy, the spy that lived next door to you. It was at this very perilous moment that you decided to call Bob...really not the best time. Continously sprinting, Bob slides his vibrating phone out of his pocket and groans quietly in frustration as he sees your name as the caller ID. He liked you, he really did...but he did kind of value his life more right now over a date that could be rescheduled. However, wanting to be polite to the woman he loved, Bob answered the call, trying to appear cheery...despite the ongoing gunfire in his location.

"Hey, I know I'm late, I'm sorry, just give me...10 minutes. Please."

Bob says calmly down the phone, still running and glancing back at the aggressors.