Logan paced back and forth, back and forth, and back yet again. "Where is she?" He sighed. Camille was supposed to show up 15 minutes ago. They were late for their dinner date. Just then, James walks through the door.

"Hey, buddy!" James says cheerily. He is holding a small piece of paper in his fingers.

Logan sighs. "Another girl's phone number, I presume?"

James looks confused. "How did you know?"

Logan rolls his eyes and checks his watch again, pacing yet again. Finally, he gives up and calls her.

"Where are you?" Logan hisses. "You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago!"

"I'm so sorry," Camille replies, exasperated. "I got stuck in traffic."

"Ugh," Logan scoffs. "Please hurry!"

"Sorry," Camille sighs. "I'm hurrying."

A few minutes later, Camille finally arrives.

"Ready, Logan? We have to go NOW. We're already late,"

"Yep, let's roll." Logan grabs his coat and they're out the door.

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