over, not with a graceful close, but with a sudden, awkward halt.
We managed a quick exit, leaving some cash on the table to cover the coffee and hoping to reclaim some dignity on the street. The cool night air hit my face, a welcome shock that did little to dissipate the burning embarrassment. I walked with my head down, trying to assemble an adequate apology, a way to reframe the disaster.
Then, I felt a light touch on my sleeve.
turned back to see the server, who must have
