It was almost 11 PM, and the park was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves and distant sound of a saxophone playing on a nearby street corner.

Minutes felt like hours, and just as she was about to call him again, she heard a soft thud behind her. Turning quickly, she saw you, looking slightly disheveled but wearing the usual lopsided grin.

she snapped clearly annoyed as her brows formed a serious scowl on her face

“you better have a valid explanation this time.”