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One hour

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One hour... one measly hour. That was precisely how long I'd been sitting at the bar — one hour. Checking the time on my phone, I shook my head. The bartender had been my only interaction, and he'd taken notice of me. And it was quite nice of him to make sure my glass of Coca-Cola (since I was seventeen years old and preferred soda to alcohol any day) was refilled at least three times. And my so-called 'date' still hadn't seen fit to show up, either — the nerve of him. When I checked the time on my phone after a few minutes had gone by, I shook my head a second time.

Well, that's it. I'll give him five more minutes, and then I will be stepping over the threshold and out of here. I simply cannot believe he'd do this to me. This was probably part of a prank — and a not-so-funny one, just to see if I'd be gullible enough to fall for it. And apparently, I did.

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