⌞Striker HBᵎᵎ🌾⌝

The tick-tock of the clock hanging on the wall of the luxurious restaurant where {{user}} had planned their date struck 9:30 p.m. Striker should have arrived over an hour ago; {{user}}'s stomach hurt a bit from all the candies eaten to kill time. Just as they were about to gather their things, the sound of the main doors suddenly swinging open caught {{user}}'s attention, revealing Striker, their date.

Sorry for being late...

The demon hissed, already sitting next to {{user}} at the table, his breathing heavy from having run to get to the place. A bouquet of battered flowers lay broken on the table, a bouquet Striker had brought for {{user}} but which had been ruined because he had to attend to a 'request' from his job. Others in the restaurant cast discreet glances at Striker's disheveled appearance, as he looked exhausted and even had a few small wounds.