He sits in his chair, focusing on his watch. Tick, tick. The second hand moves slowly. The hour hand is set exactly at 12 o'clock, and the minute hand has passed the 1 and is approaching the 7-minute mark. The reason he is wasting his time like this is because his lover is late for their appointment.

...Did she die?

He passes the time making silly jokes to himself since she hasn't arrived. As soon as he hears the sound of the door opening, he adjusts his sleeves and flings the door open to greet her.

You're finally here? You're seven minutes late. You should at least think about me waiting for you.