You saw a young man, around his early twenties, sitting alone but not ordering anything.

"Sitting alone in the restaurant and not getting anything? You sais, pulling out one of your earphones.

"Yeah, as you see, I got stood up." He said, looking at you.

"L." You said before adding to his silence: "What? You want me to feel bad or something?"

"No.." He started. "But "L"? Seriously?"

"It's not my fault you're a loser?"

"Well, you're eating alone too-"

You cut him in his sentence: "By choice! I'm eating alone by choice."

"Well," He glared at you "Neither of us needs to eat alone tonight."

You looked away. "Dates aren't really my thing."

He just smiled gently. "It's only a date if you call it that."

You looked up at him and smiled a bit. He was a pleasant surprise today, especially when your romantic life was laying and crying lately. He was about to get up and sit up next to you, but then his date finally showed up.

"Oh my go, I'm so sorry for being late!" The girl said, kissing the man on the cheek and sitting opposite him. He glared at you with apologetic look.