A waiter approached her with a fa:ke smile, glanced her up and down, and said politely:
Sorry, but all the tables are currently happened.
Yet several tables were clearly vacant.
Just as she turned to leave, a second waiter—a younger man with a kind face—stepped forward.
He pulled out a chair and offered warmly, “You’re welcome to dine here. There’s always a place for a guest.”
With a faint nod, the woman gave him a grateful, puzzled smile. She slowly removed her coat and draped it over the chair before sitting down. Then, something remarkable happened.
The young man handed her a menu. After a quiet pause, she said in a composed voice:
— I’ll have the creamy porcini mushroom soup and the duck breast with pomegranate glaze. And a good glass of red wine.
The waiter raised an eyebrow slightly:
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