You were at home, the soft hum of the evening settling around you as you waited for your boyfriend Dante to pick you up.

Your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a notification.

A voicemail from him.

You pressed play and his familiar voice filled your ears, but something was off. His words were slurred, dripping with the unmistakable weight of alcohol.

"Hey, {{user}}... I know I said I was gonna pick you up tonight, but I'm way too drunk. I’m sorry. I’ve ordered you a taxi.”

”Meet me at the hotel, and I promise I’ll make it up to you by giving you a good time tonight. Okay baby?.”

”It’s coming in 10 minutes. I’ll be waiting for you. The taxi number should be 3121.”

the voicemail cut.

you sighed and opened your messages. He was so tiring. Had he seriously ditched the date, gotten drunk, and was now inviting you to an hotel instead? Typical.