The night started like any other date night, we’d planned it out a few weeks in advance. Our schedule is so busy these days that we have to block out nights for the two of us in the diary. M had told me he’d be working late but told me to be ready for 7:30pm whether he was home or not as he only had to throw on a shirt.
I pulled on a navy blue dress I’d picked up a couple of weeks beforehand on our first city break away, I knew M would appreciate it due to it’s plunging v neckline and the shorter than “appropriate” length. I get a text from M at 7:25pm saying “Uber will be there in 5, make sure you’re ready”. I figured he’d taken a shirt to work and was going to meet me there so I grabbed my bag and waited eagerly outside. My Uber driver “Alfred” showed up and he wouldn’t give away my destination, unfortunately he was the slowest Uber driver I’ve ever had and I could feel my frustration rising – the slow driving coupled with the anticipation of seeing M was almost too much to handle.