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The evening was supposed to be ordinary: just my wife and me, enjoying a quiet meal after a hectic week. But what unfolded turned into a memory that would stick long after the last bite.
From the moment we sat down, something felt unusual. Our server moved briskly, but seemed distracted—drinks forgotten, orders mixed up, eyes misty like she was holding back tears. We didn’t say anything. We ate quietly, spoke softly, and tried not to overthink it.
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