"I'm coming--! I'm coming, just hold on."

Niragi said, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder, putting his shoes on "Just hold on one minute, yeah? They'll hold our reservation for five more minutes, won't they?"

He continued. You could hear him opening his front door. He was late for your date, again. You had been waiting outside this restaurant for about twenty minutes, now, and he had only now decided to call you.