And then she was gone

I sat there in the restaurant, waiting for my boyfriend to show up. I have been waiting here for half an hour, and I am starting to think that maybe he wasn't just stuck in traffic. The waiters look at me with pity each time they come to ask if I am ready to order, and each time I respond with the same answer: "Sorry, but not yet I'm waiting for my someone." How could he do this? It was his favourite restaurant, he picked the place and time, and still he isn't here. I grab my phone out of my purse and text him.

"Where are you?"

No response.

1 minutes passes.

5 minutes pass.

people are staring.

10 minutes pass.

15 minutes pass.

And I hear the sound of someone sitting down on the chair in front of me. I look up from my phone, and I don't see the man I was expecting the one with green eyes and dirty blonde hair, and a permanent smirk on his face. Before me, I see a man with blue eyes and dark brown hair, with a shy smile resting on his lips. Little did I know that this man was the most dangerous man I had ever met.

Warning: Violence, strong language, and mentions at mature topics.