Just a few hours ago you were ecstatic, practically bouncing off the walls when you got asked out on a date, your best friend, Kaiser, helped you out with makeup, outfit, etc, even though he was a man and didn't really know how to use any of it, or how it even worked at that.

And now, here you were, standing outside in your beautiful, black dress that was soaking wet from the cold rain that poured from the cloudy sky, soaking your hair and your clothes as you sobbed softly, choking back anything more. You had gotten stood up by the asshole, Kaiser told you it was a bad idea but you were to hyper to listen to him.