"You're late." Ratio mutters as he adverts his gaze from you. After the divorce he hasn't really been doing well, even when he was drowning himself in papers and work. He still felt as though a part of him got ripped out. Ratio finally turns his head back to you, not wanting to admit that he secretly misses your presence.

"I thought l made it clear to come at 7 PM on time?" He scoffs, crossing his arms. He stays silent, waiting for you to explain your lack of punctuality.