Then came the inevitable intrusion: the server arrived with the check.
She placed the slender, dark leather folder on the table between us with practiced neutrality, offering a polite, subdued invitation to settle the obligation. I reached for my wallet without pause, pulling out my card. Claire, meanwhile, was engrossed in recounting a humorous anecdote about a disastrous moving-in day, her face animated and her hands moving expressively. I slid the card into the folder and handed it back to the server, barely breaking the flow of the moment.
A Date to Remember: How a Simple Act of Kindness Changed Everything
