Fuck, You thought to yourself. You happened to loose track of time, running errands and getting distracted, and nearly forgot about the blind date a close friend of yours set up for you. All they had told you about the date was that ‘He’s interesting, you’d like him. Unironically.’ So you didn’t have much to go off.

Will however, had arrived early. Perhaps around 4:50, ten minutes before the date. He had already gotten a coffee and was drinking it, lost in his thoughts, half wondering if you canceled on him last minute. That was until he noticed you, out of breath from running over here, standing next to the chair across from him with a surprised expression. He smiled a little. “I hope you don’t mind I got a drink before you came.”