He stood up from the table.
“I’ll see you around sometime,” he said in a flat, emotionless tone.
And then he simply walked out of the restaurant.
Just like that, without looking back.
She sat there completely frozen, feeling heat rising up her neck, her hands beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
She couldn’t comprehend what had just occurred. Was this some kind of power play? Was he expecting her to run after him? To apologize for something?
The restaurant sounds blurred around her. She felt deeply humiliated and exposed in front of strangers.
That’s when their server slowly approached the table again.
The woman looked extremely uncomfortable.
“I’m really sorry,” she said softly, almost whispering. “I don’t think I should keep quiet about this.”
A feeling of dread settled in her stomach.
“He left this note for you before he walked out.”
The server handed her a folded piece of paper.
