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While I was on a date, the bill came, and the waitress said, “Sir, your card was declined.”
My date’s face turned pale with embarrassment, and I could feel the awkwardness settle between us like a heavy fog.
Neither of us said much as we gathered our things to leave.
It was one of those moments where pride and uncertainty collided, and I wasn’t sure how the evening would end.
But when we walked out, something unexpected happened.
The waitress suddenly reached out and gently grabbed my arm. She leaned in close and whispered, “I lied.”
Confused, I looked at her when she slipped a folded receipt into my hand before disappearing back inside.
My heart raced with curiosity and hope as I unfolded the paper. There, written in hurried handwriting, were just two words—simple yet powerful.
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