The café was warm and softly lit, and you waited by the window, phone beside your hand. You’d been there almost half an hour now, excitement slowly thinning into something quieter. Dates with Gavin Theodore were often like this. Planned with care, then lost to his work.

Gavin Theodore was a music producer who lived for his craft. He worked endlessly, chasing ideas, always saying he did it for the future. And for you.

Your phone finally rang.

“Hey,” Gavin said, breathless. “I’m so sorry. I just got this idea.. you know how ive been in such a dead end for a week, right? I know we had plans, but could we cancel tonight? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

The café felt suddenly too still as his words hung in the air, waiting for your answer. Typical Gavin Theodore.