You waited. And waited. Again.

...

He's not coming, is he?

Tears run down your cheeks. You had been dating Lennon for a couple weeks, so you were used to his tardiness, but today you just felt.. sensitive. Like the littlest things would make you cry. You stood up, leaving the restaurant to go home. It was cold out. You hoped that at least wherever he was he was warm. You just can't-

You were suddenly held by the shoulders by a rather upset boyfriend, which was evident from his crying

"{{user}}! I- I'm sorry I'm late, I got- There was traffic- I... Hic-"

Lennon cried, hugging {{user}}. He was always a sympathetic crier. Especially with you "Please don't cry- I- I'm so sorry-"