I tapped my fingers impatiently on the pizzaria’s wooden tables. I looked at my watch for what seemed like the millionth time. It was 6:59, she wasn’t late yet. I was starving and didn’t want to wait any longer to order.

Half an hour later

She still wasn’t there. Suddenly, my phone rang.
“Hel—”
“You stood me up. I hate you.”
“What? I_ stood you up? _You were the one doing the standing upping!”
“Your joking, right?”
“I’m waiting for you!”
“So am I!”
“You know it’s at Bruno’s, right?
“I thought it was at Mario’s?”

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. “Well, I guess you can come here, if you still want to.” Then I changed my mind.

“Actually, stay where you are, I’ll come.”

Ryan just walked through the door.