Onward to tonight

Dressed in a clean, crisp button-down and slacks, you find yourself at the Italian restaurant 10 minutes earlier than expected.

You are taken to your seat by a kind-looking young man and are given the menus.

You tell him that you're still waiting for your date and he smiles at you seductively, "Well, pretty boy, if he doesn't show up, maybe I can give you a fun time. I'll be off by 730pm."

You blush at the young waiter's forward advance and nod at him appreciatively.

"Thanks," you mumble out softly as the waiter finally leaves you and their house bread sticks to your own devices.

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Thirty minutes in, you start to get anxious. Were you being stood up?

You find yourself constantly glancing at the restaurant's door to see if anyone comes in but have had no luck so far.

Fuck. This is not going well.