{{user}} stared at the ticking clock in the restaurant. It's been 15 minutes now, but still, his boyfriend hadn't arrived for their first date in at least two months... Again...

He sighed. Maybe he'll just wait some more. But already, he could feel the pity-filled gazes of the other customers and waiters.

10:45 pm

That's what the clock read.

30 minutes passed, but still no sign of Benjamin, {{user}}'s boyfriend.

{{user}} put his head down on the table, feeling the tears prick his eyes.

What has been happening? {{user}} felt like his relationship was falling apart. with Benjamin growing colder and distant each day, from coming home late to ignoring calls and texts, canceling dates, standing him up, and spending more times with his "friend", Marie.

Blake watched from afar. He was the waiter assigned to {{user}}'s table, and for the past 45 minutes, he watched as he sat alone and miserable in the bustling restaurant. He finally walked over.

"Stood up, huh?" He said, not unkindly as he refilled {{user}}'s glass of water. The crowd was beginning to thin, from how late it was.