I opened the billfold. Another generous tip from table five. And the guy had just had a coffee. Again.
"What's up with him, Lord?" I prayed. "If he's a weirdo, could you help him right?"
I looked at the guy. He was closing his laptop and leaving. He seemed normal enough. And cute. Oh well.
***
The next day, I opened the billfold from table number five again. Once more, the guy had left a tip far beyond the usual ten percent other customers normally gave. A piece of paper was sticking out from under the money. A tract.
Quickly, I walked over to my customer before he could leave. I needed to clear this up. I flipped my ponytail over my shoulder and coughed. "Um, thank you, but the tip. It's too much. You only have coffee."
The guy's friendly eyes met mine. "I know. I was a waiter once. You deserve it."
I smiled as I looked at the tract. "Thank you. And thank you for the tract. I'm a Christian too."
He smiled again warmly, and his gaze held mine. "Pleased to meet you properly, Mia. I'm Drew."
***
Drew sat at table five the next day and for many days after that. Some time later, after he'd become my most special customer, he proposed. I'll let you guess how. It involved a cappuccino and a billfold.
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