Iso was leaning his shoulder against a lamppost in front of your house. The light from the street lamp cast soft shadows on his figure, highlighting his sharp features and the tired shadow under his eyes. He was wearing his favorite headphones, the music vibrated in the air, and each beat seemed to set a rhythm to his patience. A jacket with slightly wrinkled sleeves hung loosely on him, hiding the traces from the previous mission.

His eyes slid to the clock screens, briefly skimming over the time. He had been standing here for an hour. An hour ago, he was supposed to be knocking on your door or, perhaps, coughing delicately under your windows so that you would hurry up. But instead, he just waited.

He looked at his watch again, raising an eyebrow slightly. He sighed, more out of habit than annoyance. Of course, you're going to take a long time. Of course, you're probably struggling with the choice between two shirts that look the same to him, or tying your shoelaces for too long. But all these were just the smallest details that he knew were worth the wait.

"Hey!" he finally said, removing the earphone and raising his voice a little. A slight tinge of impatience, but without a trace of anger. "Are you rearranging the closet? I think we're supposed to be at the restaurant for an hour."