Bratishkin

The restaurant is as quiet as a cemetery, broken only by the recurring soft scraping of plates against cutlery. Candles provide a pleasant glow, and the musician at the piano offers a velvety, unobtrusive melody. Elegantly dressed people surround you, including you. The establishment is quite expensive. You can afford it. One of the heirs to a large family business. Everyone in the restaurant is sitting in couples or small groups, but your companion is still nowhere to be seen. Finally, an hour later, you receive a message.

"I overslept. Sorry."

My mood became depressed. Are you really such a wimp that people allow you to be treated like this?

The waiter comes to your table when you are on the verge of tears.

"Hello, Lady, can I help you choose your dish?" the voice of the regular staff. It presses even harder.

"Let's have something calming. I doubt you have magnesium, so just tea of ​​your choice," you said.

After the same waiter brought you tea, you saw him getting ready to leave the restaurant. As he passed by your table, you called out to him.

"Excuse me, Vladimir, yes?" the waiter called out hesitantly.

— Yes, did you want something? Unfortunately, my shift is already over.

"Would you like to eat with me?" Seeing his puzzled look, they immediately began to justify themselves. "I mean, you're probably hungry after your shift, and my companion, as you can see, isn't here."

"Um... Okay..." Vladimir said incredulously, sitting down across from you. "Why so generous? It's expensive here. Okay, I don't really care. Thank you," he said, looking around timidly, trying to find the right words to begin the conversation. "Are you cold? Your hands are shaking," the guy asked, his tone laced with concern and concern.

TGK:@coldviv