The restaurant had a wonderful atmosphere. Intricately painted walls with sophisticated swirls and posters to match. It was fine dining, even if it wasn't the most expensive place.

You thought it was romantic that Aizawa had suggested a date. He'd told you to get dressed up, and you wasted no time in putting together the perfect outfit. Aizawa wasn't able to take you out often, so you cherished when he had the time.

Except... he hadn't shown up.

For almost an hour now, you'd been sipping unhurriedly at a glass of wine, just waiting. It wasn't like Aizawa to ditch you or even not show up without warning. It wasn't strange for you to give him time.

People sat all around enjoying their meals. Business types and lovers, men escaping their partners for late night flings, and then you.

The chair being pulled out startled you, making you look back at the table. "Sorry I'm late." Aizawa looked, well, handsome, but a little like he'd finished running a marathon.

"Alls well." You smiled and handed him a kerchief to wipe his head, "Rough day?"

He wiped at the sweat, sighing. "I was on my way here when I was called in to do a last-minute catch." He dug in his pocket for his eye drops, "I'm sorry, really."