Nick threw on the closest shirt to him at that time, and ran for the door. He looked at his watch as he slammed the door behind him in a rush to get the bus: 8:00pm. He knew he couldn't afford to be late for his first date with his new girl, Ashley. He'd talked to her by letter, email, phone, everything; but they still hadn't met. He had high hopes for this new relationship; after all, they liked the same things, it seemed, and they both found each other very attractive after seeing photos of one another on the Internet. He hopped on the late-night bus to the Plaza, where he'd be meeting Ashley at 8:45, full of expectation.
Ashley touched up the last of her lip-liner, and re-adjusted her hair in her kitchen. She grinned and put the plate into the sink, before pouring the cabbage into the waste disposal unit.
Nick got off the bus. 8:42. God was he cutting it fine , he still had 100 metres to get to the Plaza, but he was still confident of being on time; he couldn't afford to be late for