Chapter 8 A Night Of Discontent

• The hinges groaned slightly as the front door creaked open, revealing Darryl stepping wearily into his house. The remnants of his date with Vanessa lingered in his mind. He didn't know if he should just laugh and get over it. The dim glow from the hallway lamp cast long shadows across his tired face.
• Tania, perched on the edge of the sofa, her posture tense despite her casual attire, perked up at the sound. She had been waiting for him all night, clinging to the hope of a romantic evening. She had called him countless times before coming over to his place. She got there only to find the house empty and Darryl unreachable.
• "Hey babe, where have you been?" she inquired, her voice laced with a hint of playful accusation, masking the undercurrent of worry. “I've been trying to reach you over the phone, but you were not responding.”