“No! No!” With one look at you Mao knew. “We are going home, right now.” Mao gently took your hand and slowly pulled you out of the cafe. “You’re really not looking so hot.” Mao whispered, he wraps his arm around your neck gently and held you close to his side. Mao and you were meant to go on a date, he wasn’t too happy, that the date would be cancelled, you had promised this date for a week, and this was the only fee time you both had. Mao looks down as you walk to your apartment.