Reasons

I kept my eyes on the door as I waited for Harry to come. My lips blew into the lid of my warm late before I took a sip, letting it heat up my body.

My fingers drummed a beat on the cool wooden table top as I shifted in my seat. I nervously glanced up at the clock and saw he was ten minutes late.

No big deal, ten minutes isn’t too bad.

I took another sip a few minutes later. Before I knew it my cup was empty. I looked at the clock again.

He was forty minutes late.

That jerk stood me up.