I went on a date with a girl, and halfway through the evening my stomach suddenly started hurting. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, trying to breathe slowly and calm down. The night had begun with excitement, but something felt slightly off—as if my nerves were working overtime. I washed my hands, stared at my reflection, and reminded myself that first dates often come with awkward moments. With a deep breath, I prepared to return to the table and salvage the night.
As I stepped out, the waiter approached me quietly, his expression serious but gentle. He told me he had noticed her adding something to my plate earlier and wanted to make sure I was okay. He didn’t hint at anything dangerous—just said it might have been harmless, but worth knowing. His calm, respectful tone kept me from panicking and gave me space to think. I thanked him sincerely, appreciating his honesty, and returned to the table with a clearer mind.
