At 8:13pm today, August 11th, 2017, she texted me:
“ETA 8:50”
I picked her up from the train station, two hours later than we originally planned for our date. Dinner was long over. We both ate separately, alone, at home. She was in a bad mood, and canceled last minute. I was pissed, but I still wanted to see her. I held my tongue, and I offered to get dessert, and she agreed. Yelp pointed us to a café down the street from the station. I parked, and we walked in, initially thinking of getting a smoothie. By that point, it had become quite chilly for a summer evening, and neither of us were dressed warmly. A cold drink no longer sounded appetizing. Luckily, the place had waffles and crepes, and we decided to split a strawberry and banana crepe with some nutella.