A/N: Okay, short note this time....okay, read on....
Jack looked at his watch. Almost eight. He would have to hurry to make it on time. He found a small gift shop and parked right outside. He went inside and picked out a fresh red dozen roses. He debated chocolates and decided that he'd order a special dessert at the restaurant. Jack checked his watch again, 8:05. He gave the cashier a twenty dollar bill and told him to keep the change. He stepped outside to find his car suddenly be driven off.
"Hey! Come back with my car!" he shouted but it didn't help. He checked his watch, 8:07. Jack started running off through an alleyway toward the restaurant when he encountered a very large shaggy dog growling and snarling. This was so not a good day. Jack started to slowly back away and turn around when the dog bit him. Jack winced in pain and looked at the scar which healed itself.
"Whoa, what just happened?" Jack asked himself.
He looked up to notice there were clouds covering the full moon's light which was strange considering it was a very clear night. Watch check, 8:10. He started to run through the alleyway, stumbling when the clouds cleared and the moon shone on him. Pain shot through his entire body as he started to grow fur all over. His hands and feet turned into paws with sharp claws. He grew a snout and sharp teeth and a tail.
"What's...happening...to me-" he started to ask but he started to howl at the moon.
I jumped when I heard a howl. Maybe it was just a coyote or something. I heard other dogs barking and saw them running toward the sound. I was concerned and stopped a waiter to ask for the time.
"'Tis exactly 8:15 madam." he said.
"Thank you," I tried to smile.
I waited and waited and waited some more. By 9:30, I decided I should probably leave but it would have been rude to stay at their finest table for an hour and a half and not order anything.
"Waiter? Could I get a small chef's salad and a slice of chocolate cake to go? Thank you."
I paid the bill and gave a nice tip to the patient waiter. I looked into his eyes that gave a 'I'm sorry' look for Jack standing me up. I stayed calm until I closed the door to the house. Then, I ran to the bed, plopped down face first and screamed and cried into the pillow about how stupid I had been. I hadn't slept with the guy so he went on to another woman. But what was I supposed to do? Either way it would have broken the relationship, I guessed. But I think the first option would have been a lot less stressful. How could I have been so stupid? I kept asking myself. It was all an act, he never loved you.