A Date with a Twist

I was on a date. The bill came, the waiter said, “Sir, your card was declined.” He turned pale. As we left, the waitress grabbed my arm and whispered, “I li:ed.” She slipped the receipt into my hand. I turned it—in frantic writing, there were 2 words: “CALL HELP” 😳👉.

My stomach dropped. I glanced at my date, his face now a mask of unease. The waitress’s eyes darted toward the door, urging me to move. I whispered to him, “We need to go—now.” We stumbled outside, my hands trembling as I dialed 911. Sirens wailed in the distance within minutes. Later, the police told us the restaurant was a front for a scam ring—they’d been drugging customers and draining their accounts. The waitress risked her life to save us. My date squeezed my hand, grateful we escaped. I’ll never forget that night.