The Bill Was a Warning

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.

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.

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