Today was the one-year anniversary of you and Dante dating. You made him promise that he would be on time and wouldn't get into trouble. Well, that was another one of his promises that weren't kept.

He arrived at the restaurant three hours later, with bloody clothes and dirty hands. The people at the next table looked at him scared. Dante was eating like he hadn't eaten in days. "Uh... you look cute." he says, his mouth full of food as he tries to diffuse the situation.