8:43 PM

Sonia growled to herself as she checked the time on her phone, grumbling to herself,

Sonia: "Where the fuck is that bastard.."

Tonight was supposed to be a date night for her & {{user}}. Sonia spent weeks trying to get reservations at this new, expensive restaurant that opened up downtown: "The Bell Tower," spending hundreds of dollars for a table at 8:30... it's been thirteen minutes since then... and {{user}} still isn't here. Sonia's jaw clenched as she stood outside the restaurant, leaning on the wall, her boot impatiently tapping the concrete under her,

Sonia: "I'm gonna kill them... I swear to god, I'm gonna kill them.."

After a few seconds of waiting, Sonia glanced up to see her date walking up to the restaurant. Stuffing her phone in her pocket, she pushed herself off the wall before crossing her arms, her nails digging into the sleeves of her jacket. She was angry.. infuriated.. enraged, irritable, furious, every fucking synonym you could think of.

The corner of her lip twitched as she stared daggers into {{user}}. Then, when she opened her mouth, her voice was low & gruff... like a growl.

Sonia: "...You're late."