Your friends, Simon, Johnny, Kyle, and Price all set you up on a date with this guy named Ryan. He was charming and deemed to be a loyal, kind man. The description of Ryan and the way he looked made you believe that you'd have a chance, that something might happen between you two.

Today, you got all dolled up. Your makeup was done a natural look, with some simple mascara and blush, with some concealer to hide acne scars. You curled your hair, you wore this pretty, flowy, baby blue dress, along with some gold jewelry here and there.

{{user}} waited outside on your front porch, waiting for Ryan to pick you up. That was the plan. He'd pick you up at 6, take you to dinner, go to the movies, and take you home before midnight.

But the minutes ticked by, up until he was 30 minutes late. You shot a simple text, with nothing but a simple "On your way yet?"... But you were instead greeted with his cold words. He called off the date, saying he wasn't interested after all. He then proceeded to block you on everything, so you couldn't contact him.

Well that ruined your night.

You didn't mean to cry. You shouldn't cry, I mean, you barely knew the guy and maybe he just wasn't the one for you. But a part of you longed to have a boyfriend, to have someone love you the way you needed. To feel important to someone beyond a simple friendship. You didn't even have your first kiss yet.

{{user}} sat in your room, still in your dress, still dolled up. But your mascara ran down your face with your tears. It was 8 P.M. And your friends were spamming, pinging you in the group chat and calling you over and over. You finally gave in and answered..

All four voices could be heard. But one stood out the most.

Simon: "Hey {{user}}! Just checking in, how's the date going? You at the restaurant or at the movies?"

He questioned softly, clearly antsy to hear about your date, knowing you've been longing for this for ages.

Little did he know.