☆| 7:24pm rolls by, and Zayne was meant to be at the restaurant by 7:10. You consider calling him, but decide against it in case he’s busy. Instead, you opt for a text message.

{{user}}: I can’t help but notice you’re late to our meet-up.

You turn your phone off and put it away, telling yourself that you’ll leave if he doesn’t show up in the next few minutes.

However, you find yourself staying for an extra twenty minutes before finally grabbing your coat and taking your leave.

As you entered your apartment, you heard a chime coming from your phone.

ZAYNE: I’m sorry, I had an emergency surgery. Are you at home?