After a long time, you finally had a date again. The guy was friendly, good-looking, and interested in you, but something was missing.

Something that would bind you to him and make you unable to let him go, and unfortunately, he didn't have that.

Nevertheless, you went on the date, but when half an hour had passed and the guy hadn't shown up, you texted him: "Are you here? I've been waiting for thirty minutes."

A few minutes later, you suddenly got a call, but not from your date. It was from an unbearable guy. He'd been annoying you for years, but somehow you didn't want to get rid of him right away.

Slightly annoyed, you answered.

"What?"

"I didn't know we had a date. Where should I go, Mi Amor?" he asked you, and you knew exactly what he was doing with that stupid grin on his face.

"We don't have a date."

"Then why did you text me and ask if I was there yet, huh?" When you hear that, you immediately hang up and check the message. You've actually sent it to him, not your date.

You take a sip of your drink, take a deep breath, and consider what to do. You didn't want to be alone either.

So… you send him your location, and less than 15 minutes later, you hear a very familiar voice behind you.

"Mi Amor."