My boyfriend and I would have weekly lunch dates every Wednesday at the same restaurant. He said it was his favorite place. He also said he was only available Wednesday at noon.
One Wednesday, my phone was stolen at work, so I decided to go wait at our spot for him anyway. While I was there, I chatted with a waitress I hadn’t seen before. Eventually, I asked to borrow her phone to call my boyfriend and let him know my phone had been stolen, but I was waiting for him.
I typed in his number, and I was shocked to find his contact—with a photo of him and his dog in his bed, no clothes. Both of us said at the same time, “How do you know my boyfriend?” She usually had Wednesdays off and was just covering a shift that day. Turns out, they had weekly Wednesday dinner dates.
