I was at home doing absolutely nothing when I got a text from my friend, she wanted me to go have lunch with her at some restaurant that I´d never heard of. I wasn’t really in the mood of getting off the couch and going to change but she insisted so much and it was only a block away from my house, so I decided to go. I went to my wardrobe and put on my favorite purple shirt with some pants that I don’t even remember (since they aren’t important for the story) and left.
I met outside of the establishment, she was there going thorough her phone with her vine colored t-shirt. She was very happy to see that I really went. We were there with a very large group of friends and lunch happened smoothly most of the time.
Out of the blue, the waiter poked her, she was beside me, and gave her a piece of paper:
“From that gentleman over there”
She didn’t give too much thought to it and went back to talking with the other girls at the table. It wouldn´t be landmark event if the following didn’t happen: the guy from the note went there to apologize, he said that the note was actually for me, he told the waiter to give it for the girl in purple but he made a mistake.
I took the note home but wasn´t planning on doing anything with it. And if it wasn’t for my mom, I wouldn’t have called the number on it. It actually was a good thing I did because in two weeks from now it is our 20 year anniversary.
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