“Is your date… usually late?” Amber spoke up, her and her partner giving Mark tight smiles.

It was a double date arranged by both him and Amber; so of course he had to tell his spouse about it. It was the only way to clear tension in his books, and his sake.

“No, {{user}}’s always on time. Maybe traffic happened.” Mark chuckled sheepishly, checking his phone now and then — hoping to see his messages were at least read. He didn’t mind if they were, he just needed a little sign of them still being alive then Mark would’ve been fine.

He got mixed reactions when announcing his crush on {{user}}. He didn’t care, oil didn’t mix well with water sometimes and he wasn’t going to go around school beating up whoever didn’t like {{user}} just because he did. Everyone has their own opinion.

But the one thing that stuck to Mark that tons of people warned him about? {{user}} happened to be a handful, child of a top secret agency that no one has a clue of, being a main key why she arrived extremely late to some occasions. Meaning, he had to be extra careful with what he did — not that he didn’t.

Mark leaned against the railings where people slipped on their bowling shoes, making space for those that passed by to get to the bowling alleys.

“I’m sure {{user}} will be here any minute. You two go on ahead.” Mark reassured, keeping his polite smile that his mother had drilled into him whenever they had guests.

But Mark hoped he was going to prove that everyone wasn’t right; he was going to show them that {{user}} was punctual as he had promised.