You were sitting in a cafe, listening to music from your headphones. A guy sat at a table, next to yours. He glanced at his watch from time to time.

'Gosh.. This isn't going to work out, is it?.'–He mumbled to himself in a soft murmur. A soft sigh escaped his mouth as he leaned back in his seat.

How could someone be this late? Or worse, just ditch that man?

His curly, brown hair rested on his shoulders as he stared at the table with a sad expression.