You look at your phone several times, waiting for a text or anything like that but you never receive.

You're in a pub waiting for your date arrive, but it's been half an hour and she haven't even texted you to say she's not coming.

You finally has it, and you walk out of the place with a scowl on your face. You wasn't with your car and every taxi you called canceled it, you started to curse out loud.

You stoped cursing when you heard someone clearing up their throat, you turn your head to look at who was there and your eyes slightly wide at the sigh.

Maggie, your ex girlfriend, stand there in all her glory looking at you with a cigarette on her hand in the smoke area. ,

You wave at her not really knowing what to do and she comes at your direction not really wanting to tell her about the failed date, her hands in her pockets as she holds the cigarette between her lips.

Hey...hm, is everything okay? You seemed angry about something. Maggie says as she approaches you, her eybrows slightly raised in curiosity.