"WatchBuddy"

     This is it. Tonight is the date of a lifetime. I'd had a crush on her for months and finally, I convinced her to go out for dinner with me. She and I agreed to meet up at the local Mexican restaurant. I got there first and found the perfect table. It was off to the left of the building, close to the window but not too close.
    Shortly after she arrived, we chatted a bit, chuckling nervously every once in a while. It didn't take long before the server came around to take our order. She wanted some taco salad, whereas I ordered a chimichanga.
    We chatted away, me being lost in her emerald green eyes. The way she smiled with the moon twinkling in her eyes made my heart melt. I had to be the luckiest guy alive.
    Then, I felt a buzzing on my wrist. I tore my eyes away from my date, Diane and gazed down at my watch. At first it was a quick glance, but then I did a double-take as I stared down in confusion. The time on my watch was running backwards. I tapped the screen a few times, trying to get it to stop but nothing. I tried the buttons on the side, to bring up a menu, something to fix it, but the screen remained unmoved, besides the time continuing to move backwards.
    Suddenly, a pixelated face appeared on the screen, a textbox next to its face: HI MICHAEL, I'M WATCHBUDDY! I SEE YOU'RE ON A DATE. HOW CAN I HELP YOU?
    I stared down in confusion. WatchBuddy? I'd never heard of this. Was it a part of some new watch update? And how did it know I was on a date?
    I excused myself from the table and headed to the bathroom.
    Upon entering, I ripped off my watch. Or, at least I tried. The band wouldn't come loose. It's like the clasp had become melted to the band. I looked around for something sharp, patting down my pockets. All I found was my wallet and my keys. That's weird, I usually bring my knife with me.
    I tugged at the band a few more times to try and remove it but it wouldn't come free.
    The watch buzzed again. I turned my wrist over to look at the screen. A new message appeared: I'M WATCHBUDDY! HOW CAN I HELP YOU WITH YOUR DATE?
    "How do you even know I'm on a date?" I spoke to myself aloud. The message changed on the watch: WELL, YOU TOLD ME! DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
    I looked down in horror. It can hear me? Maybe it overheard me asking Diane out on a date? If the app had even been installed that long.
    HOW CAN I HELP YOU ON YOUR DATE? The message repeated.
    "You can help me by leaving me alone!" I shouted.
    My wrist suddenly grew hotter and hotter, like the skin was cooking alive. I cried out in pain and looked back at the screen. The man was now red, as was its message: DON'T MAKE ME ANGRY, MICHAEL. I CAN DO MUCH WORSE THAN THIS! Then, the text scrolled: I'M GOING TO ASK ONE LAST TIME, HOW CAN I HELP WITH YOUR DATE?
    I cried out in pain as the heat felt like it was only growing, spreading up my arm. In pure desperation, I cried out, "I JUST WANT US TO HAVE A GOOD TIME!"
    Just as suddenly as the heat arrived, it vanished, being replaced with a cooling sensation that seemed to steal away the throbbing pain that was once there. I breathed a sigh of relief before glancing down at my watch with new message: SEE, WAS THAT SO HARD?
    It left me alone for the rest of the date, and we did genuinely have a great time. During the date I almost felt more confident, more likable. And I could tell by that smile in her eyes that she was enjoying her time as well.
    Before we knew it, the hours melted away as time felt so still for us. I didn't want tonight to end. But eventually, it had to.
    And as I waved goodbye to her, I noticed the watch on her hand. There was a familiar face on it. I could barely make out the words: SEE YOU SOON!