Loving You Was My Last Mistake
So, I walked away to serve another customer, leaving him to sulk at his table.
Soon, he rose to his feet. But before leaving, he tossed me one last comment. "If you ever think about getting married, I hope you'll keep me in mind."
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Maybe things weren't going well for Ambrose because he showed up at my cafe again. He ordered a black coffee and sat there all afternoon, unmoving.
Outside, the city lights flickered to life, casting a glow across his profile. He looked worn out and lonely.
I walked over, then gently reminded him, "Sir, we're closing soon."