*(Y/BF/N) means 'your boyfriend's name'
You were going to kill him. Your boyfriend of 1 year had decided not to show up to a dinner date with your parents, something you two had specifically planned to do for a week now. He said he would come, yet here you are, an hour past your reservation, with no (Y/BF/N). You were fuming.
"I thought you said (Y/BF/N) was going to join us." Your dad said, finishing his meal.
"He did." You said bluntly.
Both your parents were quiet after that left your mouth. A few moments of silence passed before your mom asked if anyone wanted dessert and flagged the waiter down. You all ordered what you wanted and you excused yourself while you waited for the desserts to get here.
You walked outside to have a cigarette and calm down. Your parents weren't too fond that you smoked and every time they saw you, asked if you had quit and gave you a lecture. You didn't care. It calmed you down.
'I'm gonna kill him.' You thought to yourself. 'He said he'd be here.'
You decided to call him, but he didn't pick up. You called again, this time receiving an answer.
'What?' He growled.
"Um...hello?!" You said, trying not to scream at him. "Dinner. You know. With my family? What the hell happened to 'Oh I'm so excited to meet your parents'? Hmm?"
You were boiling with anger as you waited for him to answer you. After a while, you received an answer...from a woman.
'Who is it? What's going on?' She asked.
"(Y/BF/N)! Who the fuck is that?!" You yelled, losing control of your voice.
'MY GIRLFRIEND (Y/N)! IT'S MY GIRLFRIEND! WE'RE DONE! IT'S OVER! DON'T EVER CALL ME AGAIN!' He yelled back and hung up.
You put your phone in your pocket and lit another cigarette, breathing in the smoke. Your back slid down the wall and you sat on the sidewalk, trying not to cry. Your mind was spinning and you had no idea why he cheated on you, let alone left you. Before you knew it, your cigarette was dead and you were lighting another one. As you did, you heard a voice nearby.
"You know that's bad for you, right?" They asked.
You dared to look up to find the owner of the voice. There was a man standing next to you, with dark brown hair, brown eyes and and a kind voice. He was wearing a suit that had the first few buttons undone. You looked up at him and snickered a bit. You didn't need another person telling you smoking was bad. You also did it to prevent a sob from escaping.
"Yeah. I get told it's bad by every fucking person I know." You said, looking down the road away from him.
"Mind if I join ya?" He asked.
He didn't wait for an answer, but instead sat down next to you on the cold sidewalk. He smelled like mint and whiskey.
"I'm Ashley." He said, holding out a hand for you to shake.
"(Y/N)." You said, taking his hand firmly.
"I...uh...saw you inside with your family. Ya looked like something was wrong and when you walked out, I just followed you. I hope you don't mind." He explained.
