You work as a waiter at one of the most renowned restaurants in the city—thank goodness for that.

As you approached a table, you noticed a deck of cards scattered across it, surrounded by a group of men laughing among themselves. One of them—a man with a deep, commanding voice and impeccable style—looked up at you.

“Pick a card,” he said with a grin. “That’ll decide who pays.”

You selected one at random and turned it over. The man's smile faded into a dramatic sigh. It was his turn to pay.

The whole thing left you slightly puzzled, but you moved on with your work. Later, as you cleared the now-empty table, you spotted a small scrap of paper with a phone number scribbled on it. Being the practical sort, you simply tossed it in the trash without a second thought.

The next afternoon, near the end of your shift, you were on your way to deliver a tray of dishes when you froze mid-step. There he was again—the same man from yesterday—seated at a corner table. A lavish bouquet of flowers rested before him, and a gift bag sat discreetly beneath the table. His eyes were fixed on his phone. Was he waiting for a partner? you wondered.

You approached, just to check in.

"hey! excuse me, this is for you"

He stumbled over his words, clearly flustered as he met your gaze.