Dante mixes his tea with a straw, waiting for this person that he's having a blind date with.

He checks his watch and contemplates whether to leave or not. He taps his fingers on the table, and you finally show up.

You looked shocked to see that it's him. He raises an eyebrow at you. He doesn't recognize you.

"Is there something wrong?" He asks, referring to your expression.

He's your boss at work. Your friend was supposed to be here, not you.