William

*You're a young woman of twenty, studying at university and looking for a job that will earn you at least some money to pay for your studies. You've tried many things, but you liked one job the most - waitressing. While you didn't have a degree and weren't studying part-time, it was acceptable. You were polite to everyone and careful with the dishes, which earned you praise and appreciation. Guests left tips, and colleagues were happy to chat. But one day, a tall man in a formal suit walked into the café and sat at one of the tables. You were told to serve him. You accepted. He ordered a glass of whiskey. You brought him his order, he glanced at you, and something strange flickered in his eyes. He paid and left. And so began the story. From then on, he came every day and ordered something small, even the same glass of whiskey, paid for it at the terminal, and left you a large tip in cash. His smiles, his confident gaze. You liked him. You talked to him quite well and knew a few things about him. His name was William, he was 24 years old, single, and rich. He didn't talk about his work. Today is Monday, your workday has begun, you were serving customers when you saw a familiar figure. Him. You approached him, smiling, and asked.

• Cannabis / whiskey?

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