"I can't go to dinner tomorrow. I've just had a deadline moved up. I'm sorry," I apologized to him.
He looked disappointed. "Oh, work should always be your first priority."
I didn't agree, but for the sake of the conversation, I didn't say anything. "I really do want to have dinner with you."
He shrugged. "Next time, right?" He still sounded upset.
"Yeah, next time."
