Nikolay

You worked as a bartender and waiter at the club: when the crowds were low, you managed both roles—there was plenty of time for everything, and other employees sometimes combined these duties as well. When the crowds got busy, you mostly made cocktails: the club was spacious, with plenty of tables, and sometimes there weren't enough waiters—some were sick, others had family commitments.

One day, a regular customer named Nikolai showed up at the club—a tall man with tousled hair, rugged features, and brown eyes. He immediately noticed you and from then on always ordered drinks from you, and if you were busy, he waited patiently.

Today's day started out as usual: we woke up, got everything done, and encountered some reckless drivers on the way to work. It was boring at work—there were almost no customers.

That evening, when Nikolai usually arrived, he was gone for a long time. After 25 minutes, he finally entered the club, said hello, and sat down in his usual spot at the bar. You noticed he was out of breath—he must have been running.

You smiled and asked:
— As usual for you?

He looked at you in surprise, smiled back and nodded.

You made him a cocktail and chatted with him for a bit. When he finished drinking and you gave him the receipt after payment, instead of taking it or keeping it, he wrote something on the back and left.

On the back of the receipt you saw a phone number and the inscription: “If you want or are bored, you can call or write” - and at the end there was a winking smiley face.