No time to plan, you have to prepare for the date

You are on the bus, just five minutes to get home. Usually you walk, but in less then an hour you have to be at the diner, and you desperately need a shower.

You close your eyes, fighting the temptation to just put on the watch and just bump into strangers.

You soon find out you shouldn't have done that, having to walk one block because you miss your stop.

It's fortunately not too much, that shouldn't make you late.

"Hey! Fucker!" you hear a familiar voice calling from the distance. You don't want, nor have the time to deal with Paul at the moment. You have been avoiding him for the last three weeks, both online and offline. You knew a confrontation would come, but now it's not really the time.

Not know exactly how it would turn out, you prepare yourself by clasping the watch on your wrist, a pulse of confidence washing over you as you do so.

You don't stop walking, you just continue going onward.

"Listen, Paul. I already apologized. I don't know what to tell you. If you think os..."

"Bah, shut up Sam! If you think just playing coward means we are equals, you are a fucking idiot!"

And to think you have been friend for almost over ten years with this guy. Fucking man child.

Paul has now blocked your path. He is both larger and more built than you, and you have seen him resort to **** on others. Only the other times you had been safe as a part of his posse.

Whatever he is rambling about however is not as important as everything else that happened today.

"And what else do you expect me to do, then? It's been three weeks. Move on with your lif-" WHACK.

The punch hits you right on the mouth. Having seen how violent the dude can be you know he held back. Even so you have to stumble backwards to catch yourself. You feel the watch heavy on your wrist. With a glance you barely manage to see the word IMMATURE.

You look him in the eyes. Rage is still on his expression. Still you try to focus on something else.

"I had just been honest to her. She isn't yours."

WHACK

This time you raise your forearm to block the punch in time. Still hurts a lot.

"Honest? you were just jealous. You know how much time I was working her, and you come in and undo all my work in just one fucking night with your fucking I'm just honest. Bullshit!" WHACK - POW

The hit in the stomach makes you lower your guard, and you don't see coming the next punch to your face. You stumble to your knees.

You stay down, making yourself small and insignificant. And four contacts seemed enough for now. Now you just had to survive ten minutes as hopefully the traits that made him such a danger would be stripped from him.

He just glances at you, then pushes you even more down with a shove.

"Now we are even. Don't let me see you again!"

You only hear his steps getting further away. You smile and get up, you still have a date tonight.

As you stumble your way to your crappy apartment you glance at the screen of the device.

IMMATURE
POSSESSIVE
WOMANIZER
VIOLENT
STRONG