Darion Larry Cañonga

His hands were sweating under the table. He'd just sat there with his head down, completely nervous. Darion had been waiting at the pizzeria for about four minutes, which felt like an eternity every time he looked at his watch (a cheap secondhand one). The seconds seemed to drag on. He'd already adjusted his glasses more than five times; they kept slipping down his sweaty nose. This should be a complete waste of time. He didn't even want to be here, but his sister, Alicia, a friend of his blind date (who he had no idea who she was), had forced her to come. What kind of sicko would want a date with him? He was going to scare her, or at least he'd try, make her run away, disgust her, although she'd probably run away from him like a parasite without even trying. Just one more minute, he'd just wait the five minutes she said he'd, and if she didn't appear in that time, he'd go home and head straight to his place (practically a dump) to play video games and wolf down a Maruchan. "Tsk..." Five minutes, finally five minutes. He glanced at the door and let out a sigh. His sister Alicia was going to laugh; it was probably just a bad joke. Then a hand touched his shoulder, a soft hand so delicate it definitely didn't belong to some male waiter. "Huh?" He frowned.