It was a group of girls you were serving. Maybe about four or five women as you brought them to a curved booth and they all asked for red wine but different foods.

You took note of one woman. The one with the red dress, black stiletto heels, and red lips. Short black hair with a small butterfly clip in her hair. She was stunning.

After they left, you went to clean their table and you saw a tip and you took it, a napkin coming along with it. You were about to toss it before you saw ink. ’Call me? xxx-xxx-xxxx.’ with a kiss mark with that familiar red shade of lipstick in the corner.