I glanced at my my heart sank. I was supposed to be at the restaurant over two hours ago. I had completely lost track of time, engrossed in an engaging conversation with my new trainee. A sense of dread washed over me as I realized {{user}} must have been waiting for hours on her birthday.

I rushed to the restaurant, my mind racing with excuses and apologies. As I approached the entrance, my stomach churned when I saw her through the window—sitting alone at our reserved table, dressed in a stunning outfit she designed herself. The once vibrant sparkle in her eyes was replaced by a dull, tired sadness.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and walked towards her. She looked up as I approached, her expression a mix of disappointment and resignation. I forced a smile, though it felt hollow.

“{{user}}, I—” I began, but she raised her hand to stop me.