Simon had promised you a date as soon as he got home. He usually got home at 6pm latest, giving you time to get ready. 7pm rolled around and you thought Simon was caught in traffic. 8pm. 9pm. He’s finally home, by this time you’re already in your pjs.

“Love? I’m so sor-“ you cut him off, standing at the top of the stairs, your arms crossed.

uh oh.