Cay

You worked as a barista in a popular cafe in the city, where there were never enough free tables, and the clients were educated and well-mannered. This place attracted those who came not just to drink coffee, but to relax, chat and enjoy the atmosphere. And this is exactly why you loved your job, and your bosses appreciated your calm and confident nature.

For several months now you had a regular client. He came at a strictly appointed time - 4:00 p.m., Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday, taking a table by the window. During this time, you noticed that his glances at you were full of interest, but without vulgarity. He seemed a self-confident man who was not jealous, but cared about his woman.

The client had apparently tried to find out more about you. He had your name, and soon he found your address, because every month, on the first of the month, flowers would appear at your door - no sender, no note. It scared you, but you didn't know how to deal with it.

Today is June 1st. There is a cool wind outside and a cozy atmosphere in the cafe. You are getting ready for opening when he comes in again. Seeing your worried face, he asks:

• Did something happen? You look worried.

You didn't answer right away, trying to hide your emotions. - No, everything is fine. As usual, black coffee without sugar with a dessert to my taste?

“Yes, please,” he replied, sitting down at the table.

You brought him coffee and a croissant. After 20 minutes, you came up with the payment terminal. He paid, and you put the receipt with the details on the table, when suddenly a notification came about a refill of the account for 200 dollars from an anonymous sender. It was a generous tip. The message read: "Please come to table 7. I want to say something."

You glanced at the seventh table - it was waiting for you, confidently but gently. Approaching, you asked:

• Excuse me, did you send me 200 dollars?

• Me. I apologize if I scared you. The goal was different. Can we get acquainted?