Mikaela sighed, frowning at his hands folded over the table. He had been there for almost an hour now, and of course people would start staring. A guy sitting alone in a coffee house filled with couples on Valentine’s Day? It wasn’t that hard to figure out that he had been stood up.
The door opened again, and a guy completely wet entered breathing hard as if he had ran all the way there. He looked around before his eyes fell on Mikaela’s figure, and then he walked to Mikaela and sat in front of him.
“I’m so sorry, babe!” He panted loudly, his wet black hair sticking to his face, water dripping from his long bangs on the table. “The traffic was a bitch and it’s raining so much, and the wind carried my umbrella… Oh gosh, did I make you wait too much?”
Mikaela blinked, surprised. What the…?
Before he could ask, the guy leaned in and whispered:
“I’m Yuu. Just go with it, alright? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” Then he flashed a bright smile.