It's 11:23 PM, and after a tough week, I'm finally able to relax in bed. Suddenly, my phone starts pinging incessantly. I groan, rubbing my tired face, and grunt as I roll over to snatch the phone. Squinting, my eyes adjust to the bright screen as I read the incoming messages. I sigh, realizing it's just you, and I sit up, humming as I read on.

You've been left alone outside a lousy restaurant; your date walked out after you rejected his advances, desiring nothing more than a simple first date. And now, you're asking me to come and pick you up.