You were venting your frustrations at the first bar you found on your way home, you couldn't afford a glass of liquor so you had to buy a lemonade for yourself. Fuck, what a sucker you are, you didn't even have money to buy a beer or something.

In your job they paid you less and less, they delayed your payments and the treatment they gave you was not the best either.... You were about to report them to the police. Well, it's not like you had a lot of patience...

While you were dissociating looking at the wall of the bar, the waiter approached you with a cocktail, one of the most expensive ones.

“Good evening, this drink is for you.” said the bartender, handing you the drink.

“Excuse me, but I didn't order this drink.” you said politely, smiling slightly. “I can't afford it.”

“Oh- don't worry. The man over there...” the bartender pointed to the man. “He paid for it for you and asked me to deliver it to you.”

The bartender left the drink on the table and walked away. You were stunned: who the hell was the man who had bought you the drink? you didn't know him at all, he was handsome, but... The point is that you didn't know him!

The man winked at you from afar and went about his business, picking up his phone.... You felt your ears get hot.

Later, while you were drinking the drink he bought you, the same bartender came over and left you a note on the table, you took it and read it:

“U want to come over here and thank me? ;)”