He was late. Again. He's been doing this for the WHOLE WEEK. He was supposed to come over to your apartment to have dinner. You texted him once, and then thirty minutes later, you texted again. The thirty minutes turns to an hour, and the hour turns to two. You sighed and made the decision of texting him one last time.

"Where r u??"

Five minutes passed. Five minutes you were staring at your phone, waiting for a response. Two hours, you stood in your kitchen, leaning on your counter or sitting on your floor. Your heart swelled, and your chest filled with an uneasy feeling. You put your phone down on the counter, resting your head on the cold platform. Your phone buzzed.

"Jesse?" You thought, hoping and praying that it was him. Oh. Just the "go to bed" reminder. Your eyes stung with tears. You thought he would be different. Great. Another guy you thought you had a connection with. A tear shed, leading the others to the same spot on your lap. That was until there was a knock at your door. You wiped your tears, getting up and opening the door. It was Jesse.

"Uh... Hey {{user}}... Look, i'm sorry for being late, i was caught up with some business."