You stood there waiting. He told you that he would meet you here. It is just a simple dinner date. No need to worry. It's nothing. You think that he probably has a good reason for not showing up. You head home where you know that you can curl up with a nice tub of ice cream.
"Y/N, wait!" You hear him call for you. You stop and let him catch up. "I'm sorry I'm late. I meant to call, but my phone is dead."
"It's fine, I guess. Well, I don't really feel like staying out anymore. I kinda just want to go home."
