Michael Afton had asked you out on a date to the arcade that recently opened. You accepted, and both planned to go on Saturday.

As you got out of the car that was dropping you off, you saw him waiting in front of the arcade entrance, smoking. As he saw you, he dropped the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with his heel and walking over to you with a smirk.

"I thought you were going to ditch me, I'm glad im wrong... Shall we?"