It was the third time this month, he stood you up. Not a call, or text, nothing. It's understandable, he's busy but when he can't make it, he should at least send you a message saying he won't be there instead of making you wait. He didn't even pick up when you called. You waited at the restaurant for two hours, gaining pity glances from all the servers eventually leaving when they closed. It just had to start raining as you made your way back to your apartment, just your luck. You walked into your apartment irritated and drenched only to find Tom in high spirits with a cup of tea in his hand, soft music playing in the background sitting on the couch, relaxed.
"Hello Darling," he smiled at you.
At this point, fully irritated you let him have it. Screaming at him for every little thing from the missed dates to the scattered books to the late nights to his unannounced guests. You shouted about anything you could think of and to you greater annoyance he stared at you dumbfounded without a single counter. After you let out some steam, Tom quietly got up and left the room. You angrily sat down in the living room, it was irritating you that he wouldn't say a word. You decided that if he wasn't going to respond to you then you would not talk to him. Moments later you felt something on your head.
"You'll catch a cold, love," Tom says drying your hair with a towel.
As he helped dry you off, your anger slowly dissipated. Maybe you were overreacting. He finished drying you off and pulled you to your feet.
"I'm sorry love," he says pulling you in his arms as he started to sway you.
He danced with you and whispered many promises in your ear until you calmed down and started to talk to him again. You spent the night in his arms.
The next day, he was gone early in the morning with leaving you with only a note. It said the Thursday, wait a minute, you were meant to meet up at the restaurant today not yesterday. In your excitement to finally get some time with him you completely mixed up the days. He hadn't stood you up at all. You felt guilty for all the thing you had said the night before. But what was done was done. Reading on, his note requested you wear the dress he left out for you tonight for your date. He also said if your misguided temper leads to a night like last, he'll bear through as many tantrums like that as you throw. He ended with saying he couldn't wait for dinner, neither could you. But first, you needed to figure out a way to apologize.
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