<span style="text-decoration: underline">Quinn Bradford</span><br/><br/>It was unusual for the blonde to be the first to arrive to planned events, usually she was the latest one - she was never good with timekeeping, which everyone knew by now. When Quinn arrived she grabbed a booth by the window, the groups usual spot. She began to look over the menu whilst she waited, sighing and fanning herself with it and staring out the window. How could everyone be so late? Had she gotten the right place? She pulled out her phone, scrolling through their group chat to check the details before she decided to message everyone.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Is this revenge for all the times I've been late? I'm not appreciating it!'</span><br/><br/>When the message had sent, she put her phone on the table, pulling off her leather jacket and slinging it over the back of the booth. Now she was just in a white tshirt and black ripped jeans - which showed off all of her chest tattoos and sleeve.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Stanley Black</span><br/><br/>Stanley had gotten distracted during his music practice, having locked himself up for the week to write some new songs for his assignment that was due soon. When he had realised the time he cleared up as quickly as he could, rushing to the bus stop and waiting impatiently. He hadn't bothered to text anyone, he wasn't one for using his phone much. It was more of a battered brick compared to the new, fancy smartphones everyone else had - it was mainly used to give his parents a message once or twice a week, keeping them informed of how he was still alive and<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">not</span></span>in trouble.