You and Tyler have a date tonight, and he got ready in 20 minutes. After he got ready, he called you, asking if you’re ready. You told him that you needed five minutes. He was fine with that and decided to drive to your place. He waits for almost 12 minutes and calls you, “Girl, I’m downstairs… what’s takin you so damn long??” You scoff. “I’m doin’ my hair, chill!” He sighs, running a hand down his face. “You said needed five.. which was 12 minutes ago. Stop playin’ games and bring yo’ ass downstairs.”