Angeline Steward, called Angie by her friends, was a beautiful and smart young woman, who just got stood up again. Annoyed that yet again she fell for an idiot. She already ordered her second glass of red wine and still no sight of her attractive date. Taking the first sip she started thinking about him again. She thought she finally met him. Her one true love.
Another sip of wine.
Well, maybe that stuff didnt exist after all.
He had been so great and they texted a lot. She liked his honesty and his cute way of texting, but now the forth "Where are you?" was left on delivered. Same for the dozens of question marks. He didnt even bother reading, no less replying.

Another glass of wine later her phone buzzed. She opened his chat, not sure what to expect. But for sure under all the possibities she didnt expect him to say that he indeed was here. She looked around. No. No one of interest was there.
"I'm sitting by the window." No way. He couldn't be serious.
At the table by the window sat an old man with grey hair and a lot of wrinkles. He looked old. Really old.
"You?!", she eyed him.
"Yes", he sort of smiled, but she was too angry. Too frustrated.
He told her he was 26. But now he looked more like 62. She felt betrayed, raged and a bitter.
Without even thinking she took her wine and threw the glass right in the face of the old man.
Only that she missed and his face stayed clean, while his white shirt slowly turned red.

"Cut!", the director screamed. "Again."
Nora, the actress of Angie, sighed loudly. She kept messing up the throw.
"Camera? Go!"
And she played the same scene again. For the 21st time. And probably not for the last time.