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It was your birthday, so you went to a restaurant to celebrate with your friends and boyfriend. You arrived at the table you had reserved and placed six small bags on each chair. The bags contained bracelets, some trinkets, hair clips, skincare products, a card, and a piece of jewelry (a necklace, ring, or bracelet). You waited patiently; 10 minutes passed, then 40, then two hours... No one arrived. This stressed you out a lot, since you had done everything with great care and attention to detail. There was a tall, red-haired waiter, apparently named Kyle, who would say to you every 10 minutes: "Miss, do you already know what you're going to order?" Until you finally told him you just wanted a glass of water and a slice of chocolate cake. They brought it to you, and you ate it instinctively, on autopilot (figuratively speaking), eating slowly, lost in thought. The thought crossed your mind to romantically seduce that waiter, since your cowardly, miserable boyfriend had ended your (I didn't know how to put it) relationship, so... there wouldn't be a problem, right? You'd already had some wine, and since you were eating that slice of cake, and you don't have a high alcohol tolerance... well, let's just say you weren't entirely in your right mind, so when that same waiter brought you the bill, you said, "Hey, handsome, can I have your phone number? "