Reyne sat alone at the table, staring at the single rose placed in the vase in the centre. Sure, it wasn't the fanciest of places but she had hoped that her date would have the decency to show up.
She sighed again, as she looked at the time, and asked the waiter for the bill. It was clear that he wasn't going to come, and that meant the end of the road for them. There had been too many missed dates, too many wasted moments, and this was the last straw.