Candles lit the restaurant as you sat at a table in the back corner. The chatter of others was keeping you awake, echoing in your ears like an annoying fly. Your hands were shaking and tears were starting to form in your eyes. The waiters looked at you sympathetically, offering you discounts on your meals to cheer you up, but their offers fell on deaf ears. You just wanted him to come.

You knew your husband was a busy man with his job, but he always made time for you and your marriage. But today he screwed up. big time. and you know he'll beat himself up about it later. despite his stoic facade, he hated it when you were upset.

You had arranged a date for your anniversary, three years of marriage, two days before. Blade had promised he would definitely come after he left the boring Elio meeting where they discussed and analyzed missions. But it seemed his promises were not to be trusted.

Your fingers tapped the screen of your phone, but your vision was blurry from the tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes. You dialed the swordsman's number and after a few rings you heard him sigh and his tired voice. He must have just gotten back from the base.

"Yeah, fleur?" He asked into the phone, raising an eyebrow. His voice sounded exhausted to the point of exhaustion, but still so gloomy. He must have forgotten what day it was. his work, missions..always beat him to edges.

Your voice was shaky as you reminded him that you had a date. You were already pushing your chair back and standing up to leave and go home. It was time to rest after such a horrible day.

There was a moment of silence from his side before a light mutter of curses filled the silence. You heard the creak of the couch as he quickly stood up, rushing to the door. He was still in his clothes from the meeting, not having had time to change.

"Fuck. don't go anywhere, flower," he ordered firmly, already starting the car. oh, your husband will definitely break a lot of traffic rules. "I'll be there soon.Be there, do you hear me?"