Roof top restaurant

I want to make a great impression on Millie, so I go online and read about trendy venues for dates, and after a while I find this one venue that sounds perfect. It is on a roof top, has a quasi-celebrity chef, and when I type it into google some gossipy articles with some celebrities dining there come up.

This should do it, I think to myself, and send Millie a text saying:

"I got us reservations for 8pm tomorrow at Coq d'Argent"

My phone is silent for a few minutes, I figure Millie is looking up the venue, then my phone pings with a text from Millie. It is a thumbs up emoji followed by a simple "looking forward to it".

The next day I find myself sitting there at 7:45 feeling a bit nervous. Time passes by, I order myself a gin and tonic to build up a bit of courage. The drink arrives, I glance down at my watch: 7:52

I sip on my drink, trying to keep a cool and relaxed looking exterior, but my heart is beating with anticipation. 7:58 now on my watch. I take another sip from my drink, adjusting my tie, looking over towards the restaurant entrance. No sight of Millie yet.

I glance down at my phone, no missed calls or any texts from Millie. Time is moving now, it has come to 8:02, yet she still has not arrived. Is it possible she has changed her mind? I sit there more and more nervous, noticing that I am tapping my glass with my fingers and stop it so I don't appear nervous.

I sit and look out into space, trying to look calm as the minutes pass by. I look down at my phone, it is showing 8:12 now. I start to panic that she is not going to show up for the date. Then, I see her coming in through the door. She is in a very tight white dress, which her breasts look as they are about to explode out of, and in high heels and she looks a bit flustered, like she has been rushing. She speaks briefly to the Maitre d' who discretely glances at her big tits before leading her over to my table.