What about our date?

Jeremy crossed his arms and stared at the car slowly stopping in front of him. Half an hour. It took the driver half an hour after the time he was supposed to pick him up to arrive here. 

"I'm sorry, Young Master," the driver could only apologize as he hurriedly opened the door for him.

Jeremy did not say a word. He simply got into the car and crossed his legs. His eyes stared at the driver when the poor driver returned back to the driver seat. 

The driver gulped nervously. He knew it was his fault for making the Young Master waiting. It was not his plan to do so. Coincidentally, all the roads he took were full of cars and he was stuck in the jam. He tried his best to avoid congested roads but...

"I really am sorry, Young Master," he apologized again.