Had to be

It was late. The restaurant had been left without serving dinner to the reserved table. The phone messages were unheard in a dead cell phone. The dark of the evening had settled, and guilt was thick in the air.

Carson knocks at Misty's door, hoping she was still up. He'd completely forgotten about his date. Only after closing up really late at Mom and Pops had he realized his phone battery had died. Instead of calling, he'd come to her place, hoping to smooth things over. He didn't know if she'd eaten or not, but he had a small pizza with him anyway, and a bottle of pop.

"Misty?" He'd seen her car... he knew she had to be here...