First dates had always been a massive fail for Miguel. No matter how kind or gentlemanly he was, he never managed to just... click with his date. You two had been talking recently, after meeting through a mutual friend, and Miguel knew it was over for him. All your cute selfies, funny puns, and natural wit had him stumbling over his words. He liked every single one of your messages, always complimented you, and practically squealed whenever you texted. He'd deny everything, though, if anyone asked.

It was the first night he was actually taking you out. He told you to dress up, but knew you'd show up looking stunning anyway. He showed up at the restaurant ten minutes early, fiddling around with his tie or trying to fix the bird's nest in his hair. He kept checking his watch, tapping his foot on the ground and playing around with his fingers. He felt like a total loser, anxiously awaiting you and nervous over this. He could do this, he was a total catch. He looked around in his seat, glancing back at the entrance. You were supposed to be there ten minutes ago, where were you? Doubtful thoughts flooded his mind, until he heard the sound of heels clicking against the floor.