He sat in the cafe, looking at his watch. I wonder where she is? he thought to himself as he brushed a piece of his blonde hair out of his face. The kengele on the door rang and his eyes flickered over to it, and he saw his date. Her dark blue dress fluttered as she walked over to him, her black blazer covering her chest; but inaonyesha zaidi of her cleavage than usual. The dark haired girl stood in her track when she came to the table, her sneakered feet put together. The blonde boy stood up and pulled the chair out for her, which she awkwardly sat in.