He stared at her from his restaurant table. She blushed, sneakily glanced, and saw him write on a napkin. He left it on her table and walked away. Her heart almost escaped the chest. Was that a phone number?
The note read: You have a ketchup stain on your blouse.
Katya Duft is a public transit blogger (Tales From the Bus) and a recent Moth Story Slam winner; frequent participant of storytelling shows and contests. She is also a linguist who works in post-production.