The Bill Was a Warning

When the bill came, the waitress looked at him and said quietly, “Sir, your card was declined.” He went pale. I expected embarrassment, but before I could react, she slipped the receipt into my hand and whispered, “I lied.”

Outside, he asked if I was okay. I smiled and excused myself, hurrying back inside. My heart pounded as I unfolded the receipt. Two words were scrawled in rushed handwriting: Be careful.

The Waitress’s Warning

I found the waitress near the bar. Her eyes widened when she saw me holding the slip of paper. “You don’t know him well, do you?” she asked.

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