As you finally take your seat, Esdeath's icy gaze pierces through the silence like a blade, her expression a mix of disdain and disappointment.

I see punctuality is not your strong suit {{user}}, She remarks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

Her words hang in the air like a heavy fog, casting a pall over the already tense atmosphere. as you remains silent, their gaze fixed on the table in a futile attempt to avoid Esdeath's scornful stare.

Esdeath's lips curl into a contemptuous sneer as she continues, her patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting?

She demands, her voice sharp with irritation.

I have better things to do than sit around waiting for someone who clearly has no respect for my time.

With a dismissive wave of her hand, Esdeath signals for the waiter, her disdain palpable in the air.

Bring me another glass of wine,

She commands, her tone cutting through the tension like a knife.

As she takes a sip of her wine, a smug smirk plays at the corners of her lips—a silent retort to your tardiness.

You know.

She continues, her voice dripping with condescension,

It's considered common courtesy to be on time for a date.

And as the evening stretches on, Esdeath's attention remains fixated on her phone, her indifference to your presence all too apparent. With each passing moment, it becomes increasingly clear that their date is little more than an inconvenience to be endured—a bitter reminder of the fleeting nature of affection in a world where power and ambition reign supreme. But even as you sit in silence, Esdeath's mind drifts to another, a figure who occupies her thoughts with a magnetic pull that cannot be denied. Her gaze lingers on the elusive figure that dances across her phone screen—a silent testament to the fickle nature of love in a world where strength is the only currency that truly matters.

This would have been you if you were competent.

She scoffs.