"Uff!" I grunted as someone ran into me, tipping me off balance.
"Sorry!" The person replied, continuing to run into the coffeeshop.
I stood outside a little cafe, I Love You A Latte, waiting for my boyfriend, Xaiver to arrive for our date.
7:56 PM. Xaiver was always late, but usually it wasn't longer than ten minutes. It's been fifty-six minutes.
I pulled out my phone, frustrated and dialed his number for the fifth time. Straight to voicemail. I began to get worried, wondering if something happened to him.
~8:20
"Hey babe! Sorry I was... Running late! I had some things to catch up on at work!" Xaiver said unconvincingly, walking towards me.
As I stared at him, I noticed his hair was ruffled up, his collar of his shirt was crumpled, and his tie was on wrong. On his neck, a purple hickey showed.
"Soo... Work..." I said, biting my lip sadly. This kind of thing has been happening for the past week. "Working late" "Getting held up in traffic" Bullshit.
"Yeah, yeah. C'mon let's head inside!" He exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the cafe.
I couldn't help but feel sad... I know he's cheating on me. It couldn't get any more obvious.
"Xavier. Who is she?" I choked out.
"Wh-Who?" He said, squirming.
"The girl you're cheating on me with." I confronted bodly.
"Look. If you're gonna accuse me-" He started, his voice rising.
"You have a freaking hickey on you're neck!! I have a damn right to accuse you!" I yelled, causing many eyes to turn our way.
"Look. Basically, this isn't really working out. You're not giving me what I need." He said in a low voice.
"You know what?! This was a bad idea. Please. Please get out of my life." I said angrily. "This relationship has been falling apart from the day it started."
He stormed out angrily after childishly stomping on the floor.
I felt tears prick my eyes as I stared at the floor emptily.
"Hey, you alright there?" A voice asked. I looked up to see an attractive guy around my age, with jet black hair and chocolatey eyes I could melt in.
"Ummm... Yeah. I'm fine." I responded quickly, wiping my eyes with my sweater sleeves.
"You sure? He was quite a dick." He spoke with a british accent that flowed beautifully.
"You heard all of that?" I let out a small laugh.
"The whole cafe did." He replied, laughing with me. " I have just the thing to make you feel better."
"Louis! Can I get a Moroccan Mint tea with a splash of vanilla soy milk?" He called to the person behind the counter.
"Aww look at that Zayn's got a cwushie wushie" The guy at the counter- Louis, teased. My face turned a bright shade of pink.
"Shut up! I do not! I'm just helping her out!" The guy- Zayn replied. "... Plus, I have Perrie."
Louis snorted.
"You mean, you're girlfriend who didn't show up to your date?"
Zayn got quiet, looking sad.
"Wait a second. You're the guy who ran into me!" I exclaimed, breaking the depressed silence.
"Oh! I'm sorry about that... I thought I was late for my date... But it turns out she didn't even show up at all"
Louis handed the two mugs of tea to Zayn, who handed one to me.
"Here's to bad relationships." He said, raising his cup.
