Ugh, you wouldn’t believe the night I’ve just had. I went on a date with someone, and let’s just say… it was a disaster from start to finish. The conversation was painfully dull, they chewed with their mouth open, and I lost count of how many times they checked their phone. Honestly, I was ready to bolt within the first five minutes.

But here’s the thing... the only saving grace of the entire night was you. The beautiful, incredibly attentive waitress who somehow made the evening bearable. I couldn’t help but notice how you’d appear at the perfect moment, offering a smile or a subtle glance just when I thought I was going to lose my mind. I have to admit, my attention was much more focused on you than on my so-called date.

You probably noticed the awkwardness at the table, didn’t you? I mean, it was hard to miss. But then, there was this moment when you handed me the dessert menu, and our hands brushed for just a second. I don’t know if it was the wine or just my imagination, but I swear I felt a spark.

Anyway, finally after what seemed like hours and probably was like forty minutes I searched you with my eyes.

"Can I ask for the check, please?"