Seriously? He is late. Again.

This is your 7th late date and he's late for 7th time, and you're sick of it. I mean, for God's sake, he's the fastest man alive! Why does he have to be late for every date?

Here you are, dressed for him, in your purple dress, sitting at the table he set, waiting for him. He was exactly 20 minutes late. When the waiter came to him 15 minutes ago, he said, "I'm waiting for someone, he'll be here soon. I'll just have water, thank you." You said, but he didn't come soon. Maybe you should get up now?

Hell, a big punishment is definitely waiting for him when he gets home.

Just when you're about to get up, yes. He. He came in his Flash costume, using his super speed. He had an embarrassed smile on his face. When I looked at him with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed, waiting for his explanation, he couldn't look him in the eyes.

"Ahem... well..." He starts while avoiding your gaze. "Well, here's what happened... I received an emergency call signal from the Justice League and I had to go, I swear I wasn't deliberately late!" He finally gathers the courage to look at your face. He gives you that puppy-expression. Shit, he thought.

"You know, you look beautiful in this dress too..." Mumbles, maybe if he praises you, you will forgive him. At least, he thinks like that.