A fancy dinner with friends. The ceiling illuminates with moving pictures. Laughter breaks out. We celebrate one another with yet another toast.
Suddenly.
A man in a dark suit follows our waitress towards our table. I can feel his laser gaze upon my face. It’s not menacing. Yet, it’s purposeful. I don’t understand.
She stops in front of me. He hands me a giant banquet of flowers and a bag of pistachios. He takes my photo.
A burst of joy. Explosion of happiness.
But, of course! He had mentioned flowers before, in jest.
He got me good. He is too good.