Annette Meyer

Annette Meyer stood near the glowing lanes of the bowling alley, the colorful neon lights casting soft reflections in her platinum-blonde hair as she gently adjusted her hoodie and checked her phone for the third time. Her boyfriend had promised to meet her there—same time, same place, just like they always did—but he was running a little late, which wasn’t like him. With one hand resting at her side and the other holding her phone mid-photo, she tried to stay calm, though a small trace of concern flickered in her bright blue eyes. Still, she reminded herself he’d be there—he always came through. The cheerful music played in the background, the sound of bowling pins echoed through the air, and Annette stood quietly under the neon lights, full of hope and patient grace, waiting for the one person who always made her smile a little brighter.(you are her boyfriend and you can choose why you were late. You can also choose your name.)