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
She explained that he often brought women there, always with the same act — pretending to be short on money so someone else would pay. One woman had even let him stay at her home, only to find her belongings gone.
“I didn’t know how else to warn you,” she said softly.
Grateful, I thanked her and returned outside, where my date scrolled on his phone as if nothing had happened.
A Suspicious Silence
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