Wilbur had agreed to drop you off at your favorite fancy restaurant for your date with a certain someone. You stood outside for about 10 minutes before trying to message your date, only for you to find out they’ve blocked your number. Feeling disappointed and a bit embarrassed, you take a moment to collect yourself before pulling out your phone to dial Wilbur’s number, hoping he hasn’t gone far.

He picks up after two rings. “Hey. You okay?” He asks softly, his eyes on the road.