“I’m sorry, sir,” she said gently. “Your card was declined.”
For a few seconds, no one spoke. The air seemed to grow heavy, the soft background music suddenly too loud. My date’s face turned pale, and I could see the embarrassment tightening his jaw.
I wanted to say it didn’t matter, that these things happen, but pride and awkwardness hung between us like fog. We both stood to leave, trying to salvage what was left of the evening.
Then something completely unexpected happened.
The Waitress’s Whisper
As we walked toward the door, the waitress reached out and lightly touched my arm. Her voice was soft, almost secret.
“I lied,” she whispered.
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