The waiter let the girl take the leftovers, but a week later, he discovered her true identity.
The evening light filtered softly through the large windows of a quaint little restaurant named “Old Town.” Pavel, the lone waiter still on duty, methodically wiped down the tables after the last guests had departed. He arranged the salt shakers, smoothed out the tablecloths, and exhaled deeply. The weight of the long day pressed on … Read more