You looked up at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time since you had entered Scoops Ahoy. You were meant to be meeting your date here for ice cream and then go to see a movie, but the arranged time had come and went over an hour prior. Blindly, you held onto hope, somehow trying to justify why he was so late and keep believing that he will still turn up. You had been sipping at a coke whilst you sat in the booth, trying to ignore the stares of others in the store, but your drink was down to the dregs, and you didn't want to have to face standing up and leaving alone.

Doing your best to stop yourself from crying or making anymore of yourself, you tried to build the courage to leave but before you could, someone slipped in opposite you. It wasn't your date but the man who had served you the drink, dressed in a sailor's costume.

"He must have been a right ass to stand you up," he stated.

You felt your body tense. Was it really that obvious? Were you really that pathetic that people could tell you were stood up for your date?

"Pardon?"

"You've been checking the clock non-stop, and you're upset," he explained. "I just assumed."

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to seem nonchalant even though that was the furthest thing that you ever would.

"It was meant to be our first date," you sighed. "But he's seventy-eight minutes late, so I think that's probably a good enough sign that I wasn't worth meeting."

Tears brimmed in your eyes, and you could no longer fight letting them fall. The man opposite you gave you a weak smile, grabbing one of the napkins from the table. He shuffled around the booth to take a seat beside you, gently wiping away the tears as they rolled down your cheeks.

"This has nothing to do with something being wrong with you, it's all to do with something being wrong with him," he explained.

"I didn't even like him," you whispered. "No one had ever asked me on a date before."

"There will be other dates. You're beautiful and clearly caring and nice if you're willing to give him over an hour to show up."

You sniffled a little too loudly for it to not be slightly embarrassing.

"I must look like such an idiot," you croaked, trying to laugh through it in an attempt to stop the tears.

The man beside you practically cackled. "You look like an idiot? No one's looking at you when you're sat next to the walking Matey bottle."

You couldn't help but laugh softly at him wildly gesturing to his silly uniform.

"Thank you for making me laugh and comforting me, you didn't have to be nice to me, you could have just told me to free up the table."

He shook his head. "I didn't come over to get the table back. I hate seeing sad beautiful women and if I can make you laugh a little, then it's been a good day."

You gave him a weak smile. "I'm Y/N by the way."

"Steve."

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Written by Charlotte.

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