The day started quite normally, as usual. I just went in for a coffee without any particular plans, no makeup, my hair in a bun, glasses, a regular dress. I wanted some peace and quiet and something sweet, that cake that I definitely didn't need but really wanted. 💛I sat by the window, ordered a cappuccino and dessert, opened my phone, and was almost lost in my thoughts. And then he appeared. The waiter. Smiling, but too confident, with that arrogant look that makes you want to move away rather than smile. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. But no, he came over every five minutes. He would accidentally wipe the already clean table next to me, or look into my cup and ask, "Is your coffee cold? Or would you like me to warm it up differently?"😠 I pretended not to hear him. But he didn't give up. "You know, it's not good for you to sit alone. A girl like you needs to be entertained, not left to get bored." His tone was not flirtatious, but provocative and rude. 😡Too straightforward, with a rough self-confidence that spoiled my mood faster than coffee cools down. When I asked for the check, he came over again, nodded, and handed me the bill with a smirk. "I left my number where the total usually is. Just in case dessert wasn't the last thing on the menu tonight." I took the check without even looking at it, just to end this charade, and demonstratively threw his phone number in the trash.😏