”I’M BREAKING UP WITH YOU!”

Those were the last words your boyfriend—now ex—would say to you, before storming out the door in a rage. He saw you talking to your friend (a guy) and misread it.

Watching from afar your waiter Clay, with heartfelt eyes, decides to slowly approach you. He showed an empathetic aura that could truly understand you.

He gently seats himself infront of you, whispering.

“…um…you okay…ma’am…? Know what…I’ll make the meal on the house—don’t ‘cha worry.”