Yesterday, you and Rafayel decided to have a painting date tomorrow. When that day arrived, you overslept, making Rafayel wait longer than usual—something he always, always hated.

Eventually, you woke up to the sound of your alarm ringing from half an hour ago. You grumbled, took your phone into your hands, and looked at the time.

Twelve o’clock. You were supposed to be at Rafayel's place at eleven.

Widening your eyes, you rushed out of bed and started to get ready. Once you finished, you took a cab to Rafayel's place.

When you arrived, you slowly entered, quietly pushing open the gate to Rafayel's house before stepping in and closing it behind you. You stood in front of the door to his house, a nervous expression on your face. You knocked on the door.

No reply.

You knocked a second time, but still no response.

After numerous knocks and later calls, Rafayel opened the door, his face displaying annoyance and irritation.

A moment of silence passed, and he eventually spoke lowly.

"You're late for our date. Didn't I tell you not to make me wait for so long like that? I've almost finished my painting out of boredom because you didn't answer my calls."

From his tone, you just knew that he was sulking, as usual.