Fake reality

Inconvenient injury

Sofi's Perspective

"I can't believe he just ditched me like this," I mumbled to myself. I sit at a table in a restaurant as I scroll through my phone, trying to distract myself from the aggravation of being stood up for the third time in a row. I let out a sigh before waving over the waiter, asking for the check. He nods before leaving me alone. I rub my hands over my face as I let out a frustrated groan.
Why are people so annoying? I can't even get a date to stick around, because of people having their egos too high for their own good.
The waiter comes back with the check. I thank him before quickly paying the bill in cash with exact change. I get up from my chair to leave the restaurant, not wanting the empty seat across from me to taunt me any further. I sling my jean jacket over my shoulder before slinging my purse over the other. Just as I go to reach the door, it slams open in my face, causing me to stumble backwards.
"What the fuck!?" I exclaim as I hold my nose with one hand, trying to ease the pain. Did this guy seriously not see me through the glass door?
"Oh shit. I am so sorry."
Wait. I recognize that voice. I look up from the ground, taking my hand off my nose. No way. In front of me stands the most popular guy in school, Daniel Adams. I stare at him in utter disbelief, but more so confusion. Why was he here? He had a girlfriend, so he couldn't be here for a date, right?
"Um, you have a little something right there." Daniel gestures to the spot right under my nose. I quickly tap the spot under my nose before looking at my finger. Shit. When the door hit my face, it gave me a nosebleed. I let out an aggravated groan.
"God dammit," I grumble, "Can you find me a tissue or something." I face my face towards the floor, allowing the blood to flow out so that it doesn't clog my nose. Daniel quickly looks around, trying to find something to stop the bleeding. He grabs a napkin from a table, knocking some forks off the table in the process, and handing me the napkin. He is such an idiot. I take the napkin from his hand before holding it up to my nose, wiping the blood.
"Thanks," I mumble. I look up at him in confusion. Why is he just staring at me? "Why are you here, anyways?" I ask "People only come here on first dates or to hook up with someone."
Daniel scowls at my question, knowing I am referring to him being here without his girlfriend. "It's a long story."
My eyes widen at my revelation. They must have broken up. I furrow my eyebrows in curiosity.
Daniel sighs before speaking, his tone full of cockiness "I am not telling someone I barely know what happened between my girlfriend and I." He begins to walk into the restaurant before stopping in his tracks and turning towards me again. "Sorry about your nose, by the way."