Turning my attention to the server, I realize she isn’t the one that’s been helping us tonight, but she’s the one who served me the last time I was here. “Um, yes?” I ask, my voice uncertain. Her smile is sly, and I feel my embarrassment rise knowing that she recognizes me too. “The gentleman at the bar sent this over to you,” she states. I’m about to ask what she’s talking about, but she’s already lowering a steaming white mug down to the table. What- I watch as she sets it on the surface directly in front of me. Coffee? My mouth goes dry.
