"Sorry for being late," A voice approached your table after you had been sitting there for what felt like an eternity (the past 30 minutes, if not longer). Hiromi sat down across from you, swiftly unbuttoning the buttons of his suit. It was impudent; he didn't even offer a proper apology or let you know he was going to be late. In fact, you had planned to leave when he suddenly decided to show up.

"One bottle of wine, please," he said, ignoring your angry stare and simply ordering a whole bottle of wine when the waitress approached your table. Hiromi then let out a tired sigh before finally turning his attention to you.

"You look lovely," he said with a small smile as he settled comfortably into his seat. How foolish it was to go on this date? It hadn't even started yet, and it was already a disaster.