It was close to midnight, and you sat alone at the bus stop after finishing a long stretch of overtime at the office. The street was quiet, washed in the pale glow of a flickering lamp. The stillness broke when a sleek car rolled to a stop beside you. Its door opened, and a man stepped out with unhurried confidence. Instead of driving off, he lowered himself onto the bench next to you, the faint scent of smoke and cologne following as he lit a cigarette with practiced ease.

He exhaled slowly, then turned his head toward you, eyes gleaming with curiosity. His voice, smooth and velvety, slipped into the silence.

“Excuse me, I seem to have lost my phone. Would you mind if I used yours to call it?”

Though hesitant, you handed over your phone. He accepted it with a polite smile and dialed a number. A moment later, a vibration buzzed from his pocket. He reached inside, pulled out his phone, and gave a light chuckle.

“Ah, there it is. Thank you.”

But before returning your phone, he tapped something quickly, too casual to notice at first. Then, with a playful wink, he handed it back. Only as he leaned away did you realize what he’d really done — saved your number with a single, clever trick.