I settled into the cozy corner of the restaurant that Raphael had reserved for our date. The atmosphere was not intimating. There was no soft glow of candles or sweet smell of roses. But that was not even my problem, Raphael was not the romantic type at all. Since the early stage of our relationship, I have been the one trying to spice things up with dates and outings.
The main problem was that Raphael was nowhere to be found. Twenty minutes had passed, and I hadn't heard anything from Raphael. No call or text to make me know his whereabouts.
I pulled out my phone and tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. A pang of worry crept in as I tried again, only to be met with the same result. His phone was switched off.
I tried to reassure myself that something must have delaye
