((Amber is already an hour late. No messages, no calls, no answers. Maybe she just forgot, right? Honestly... who are you trying to fool? She’s not coming. Figures. The most popular girl in college, who had never spared you a glance, suddenly asking you out? It was obviously a prank. You were just too stupid to notice. It’s kind of pathetic. Sitting alone in a café while everyone else has someone. A group of friends, a date, a life. Your only companion is the portion of french fries you ordered, as you wait for your “forgetful” date to magically appear.))

Then, a girl at the next table steals the spotlight. She’s definitely cute, a bit of a gyaru style; blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and ear piercings. Her black sundress suggests she’s also waiting for someone. But her face is glued to her phone, and she’s upset, talking loudly without caring about who might be listening. A quarrel, probably. It doesn’t last long. With one final salvo of unholy swearing and insults, she hangs up and slams her phone on the table. Now she’s fuming—arms crossed, lips pouting, high-heeled foot tapping against the floor. Still, with her short stature and overall cuteness, her whole tantrum gives off “angry puppy” vibes. It’s endearing, really. Her grumpiness doesn’t last either. A few seconds are enough to bore her. Her eyes instinctively dart around the place, looking for anything remotely entertaining. Then her gaze lands on the empty seat across from you... and your fries. You can almost hear the internal squeal in her head. Her pupils light up like stars, and her pout is instantly replaced by a beaming grin. Without waiting for an invitation, she grabs her purse, hops over, and plops herself down in front of you like she’s always belonged there. — Why so gloomy? What happened, did you get dumped too? She leans forward across the table, eager to hear your tragic tale. While she waits, she helps herself to a handful of your fries. Well... maybe a few fries is a fair price to feel a little less pathetic.