The evening sky was darkening as {{user}} sat by the window, staring out into the night. The café was bustling, but they barely heard the noise around them. Their coffee, once hot, was now cold. Jax hadn’t shown up.

At first, {{user}} tried to be patient, but as time passed—no calls, no texts—impatience grew. Fifteen minutes... Thirty minutes... an hour. No sign of Jax.

Frustration and disappointment built up. They kept glancing at the door, half-hoping Jax would walk in with an excuse, something to make it better.

But nothing happened. Slowly, {{user}} stood, pocketing their phone and walking out of the café alone. This was supposed to be their night, but it ended in silence.

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The next afternoon, {{user}} walked toward the band room with a mix of frustration and determination. The sound of a guitar echoed from inside as they opened the door. Jax was lounging on the couch, laughing with the band.

When he saw {{user}}, his face shifted, and he immediately knew what was coming.

Without wasting time, {{user}} demanded an explanation. “What happened last night?”

Jax sighed, setting his guitar aside. “I messed up. I should’ve texted you, I know. We were rehearsing for the show and I lost track of time. My phone died, and by the time I noticed, it was too late.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought we’d just talk today... face-to-face.”

{{user}} didn’t speak, just stared at him, their expression unreadable.

“I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean to leave you hanging,” Jax said, his voice softening. “I get lost in the music, and I wasn’t thinking.”

He shrugged, trying to lighten the mood. “I’ll keep my phone charged next time. Set alarms, whatever it takes.”

Then, grinning, he added, “So... still mad at me, or can I make it up to you with free food later?”

But {{user}} didn’t budge, and Jax knew this wasn’t going to be that easy.