After some thought, Sabrina decided to hail a taxi to the Grand Theatre.

Since she had made a promise to his grandmother, she'd take it as a final date with Tyrone.

Of course, there was a possibility that Tyrone wouldn't show up.

She reached the Grand Theatre at around half past seven.

The hall was abuzz with noise, with every seat filled.

Her seat was situated in the front row. She navigated her way and settled down, noticing the adjacent seat was vacant.

As the clock struck seven-thirty, the hall lights dimmed, Leaving only the stage lit.

The chatter among the audience faded, leaving only a few whispers.

The host took to the stage, delivering an introduction that signaled the start of the dance.

Sabrina cast a glance at the empty seat beside her.

As she'd suspected, he didn't show up.

This vacant seat served as a convenient spot for her to place her belongings.

At first, Sabrina was slightly fidgety, but as the performers on stage captivated her, she found herself engrossed in the play.

Suddenly, a man walked in front of her, blocking her view.

Sabrina turned her gaze back to the stage, puzzled by the man's strange behavior. He was late. Why was he standing in front of her instead of taking his seat?

His rudeness annoyed her.

Then the man leaned over, cleared the adjacent seat of her belongings, and sat down.

As soon as the man moved her belongings, Sabrina reflexively guarded them and reprimanded, "What do you think you're doing?"

Once she'd admonished him, she was taken aback to recognize Tyrone.

The audience turned their attention to her, as did Tyrone.

In a haste, Sabrina moved her belongings back to the floor and made room for Tyrone.

The audience resumed their focus on the ongoing performance.

Leaning in, Tyrone whispered apologetically, "Sorry, I'm late."

“Don't speak. Let's watch the performance," Sabrina responded, pointing at the stage, her face devoid of any expression.

Tyrone fell silent and directed his gaze at the stage.