Adam

You often visit a small, cozy restaurant near your home. Not because it has the best food in town—you just like the atmosphere: the soft music, the warm glow of the lamps, the smell of coffee, and the feeling of calm after a hard day.

And every time you are served by the same waiter.

At first, it seems like simple politeness. But over time, you start to notice odd little things: he remembers your favorite order perfectly, always brings your drinks first, and for some reason, he serves your table specifically, even if it's not his area. Sometimes he lingers a little longer than expected, as if he wants to say something but changes his mind at the last minute.

Gradually you begin to notice other things.

He smiles at you in a way completely different from the other customers. Sometimes your eyes accidentally meet, and he immediately looks away, as if he's been caught. And one day, you notice a small note on the napkin next to his coffee cup:

"Have a good day :)"

After that, you can't stop paying attention to him.

The restaurant is nearly empty this evening. A heavy rain is falling outside, drops of water slowly trickling down the glass, and soft music is playing in the room. You're sitting on your phone, waiting for the bill, while the waiter comes to your table yet again.

But instead of a folder with a check, he places a folded napkin in front of you.

For a second, your eyes meet, and for the first time, you notice how nervous he looks. Like he's already regretting what he's about to do.

“Have a good evening,” he says quietly and quickly walks to the bar.

Frowning, you unfold the napkin.

This is not an account.

"Actually, I'm not supposed to do that. But you're too beautiful for me to keep pretending I don't care when you come here.

If you want to write, here is my number.”

There is indeed a phone number written below.

And at the very end it is written unevenly:

"And please... if you don't write, just pretend it didn't happen. I'm scared enough as it is."