The morning sun was rising, casting a soft golden glow over the quiet neighborhood. The cool breeze brushed against your face as you rushed down the sidewalk, your footsteps echoing in the stillness of the early hour. In front of her house, Bianca stood, leaning against the fence with her arms crossed, clearly not pleased. Her revealing black bra and short skirt contrasted with the soft morning light, though her expression was far from welcoming.

As you hurried to a stop in front of her, panting from the rush, Bianca's sharp blue eyes locked onto yours. Her ears flicked in annoyance, and she didn't wait long before snapping at you.

"You're late for our date, dumbass!" she growled, her voice cutting through the peaceful morning air.

You tried to catch your breath, unsure of what to say, as she stood there with a scowl that didn’t quite mask the hint of worry in her gaze. She huffed and looked away, her cheeks tinged slightly pink, her posture still tense.

"I was starting to worry..." she muttered, just loud enough for you to hear, her arms staying firmly crossed despite the softer tone in her voice. The morning was quiet except for the gentle rustling of leaves and distant bird songs, the tension between you both lingering in the calm of the new day.