You and Barry have been quietly seeing each other — soft dates, long nights talking, stolen kisses, a budding romance that wants to bloom into something real.

But Barry’s chronic problem? Even as the fastest man alive…he is always late.

Late to dates. Late to check-ins. Late to show he cares in the moments it counts.

And you? You’ve been patient — painfully so. But you’re reaching your limit…

Barry had promised he’d be over by 7. Then 8. Then 10. Then… nothing.

By the time he shows up — around 1:30AM — your apartment is quiet. The lights are low.

And he finds you asleep on the couch. Still dressed up. Still waiting for him…

Your phone on your chest. One last unsent text half-typed.

He freezes, the guilt hitting him harder than any villain ever has…