Emily’s smile didn’t falter. “Yes, we do.”
“Perfect.” Lily barely looked up as she handed over the menu.
I kept waiting for her to put the phone down, to engage in conversation. Nothing.
“So,” I said after a long, awkward silence, “you mentioned you like hiking?”
She hummed noncommittally, still texting.
I exhaled, pushing down my frustration. The food came out, and while I tried to enjoy my meal, Lily barely touched hers between glancing at her phone and responding to messages.
Emily came by again, refilling my water. She gave me a subtle look, raising an eyebrow as if to say, You okay?
I just nodded and forced a smile.
Then Lily’s phone rang again. This time, she laughed loudly. “Ugh, one sec,” she said, standing up. She walked to the entrance of the restaurant, still talking, leaving me alone at the table.
Emily returned a minute later. “Hey,” she said quietly. “Just checking—are you okay?”
I chuckled dryly. “Not really. This is a disaster.”
She tilted her head. “Want me to help you get out of here?”
I blinked. “What?”
She smirked. “I’ve seen this before. The type who uses dates for expensive meals and never plans to call again. If you want, I can, you know… work some magic.”
I was half amused, half embarrassed. “And what exactly does ‘work some magic’ mean?”
She leaned in conspiratorially. “Give me five minutes.”
Before I could say anything, she walked away.
Two minutes later, Lily returned, sighing dramatically. “Ugh, sorry, work stuff. So annoying.”
I just nodded, wondering what Emily was up to.
Then the check arrived.
Lily barely glanced at it before saying, “Thanks, you got this, right?”
That’s when Emily reappeared, looking concerned. “Sir,” she said, holding out the bill, “your card was declined.”
Lily’s face turned toward me sharply. “What?”
I frowned. “Uh… that doesn’t make sense.” I pulled out my wallet, but Emily shook her head.
“I tried it twice. The manager says we have a policy—if a guest can’t pay, we have to hold onto an ID while they step outside to find a solution. Company rules.”
Lily scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. He has money.”
Emily just shrugged. “I can try again if you’d like, but, you know… policy.”
Lily groaned, rolling her eyes. “Fine. Give me a second.”
Then she did exactly what Emily expected—she grabbed her purse and stormed out of the restaurant.
Emily and I both watched as she walked past the windows, down the street… and kept going. No hesitation.
“Wow,” I muttered, still stunned. “She really just left me here.”
Emily grinned, sliding a slip of paper in front of me. I glanced down.
Total Due: $0.00
She winked. “I ‘accidentally’ comped your meal. Crazy how that happens sometimes.”
I let out a disbelieving laugh. “You saved me.”
She shrugged. “Like I said, I’ve seen this before.”
For the first time all night, I smiled genuinely. “I owe you one.”
She tapped the table. “Tell you what. You can owe me a drink sometime. With someone who actually wants to be on a date with you.”
I looked at her, really looked at her this time. Emily wasn’t just kind; she was beautiful, her eyes filled with warmth and humor. And she’d just gone out of her way to help a total stranger.
“That,” I said, sliding my phone across the table to her, “sounds like the best deal I’ve had all night.”
She smiled, typing in her number.
As I walked out of the restaurant, I glanced down the street where Lily had disappeared. I wasn’t mad. If anything, I was grateful.
Because sometimes, the wrong date leads you to the right person.
