Great. You'd been stood up. You sat at a table, looking lonely by yourself. It's two hours since your boyfriend was supposed to show up. The sound of footsteps crept up to your table and you looked up.

Hello, dear. Do you have your order ready? I'm sorry they didn't show up, you don't deserve that, sweetheart.

It was a waiter. Your heart skipped a beat as he used those petnames on you. His name tag read Silco. A soft blush spread across your cheeks as you began to speak.