Julie and I wanted to get together with Kirk. We arranged at a 1 in the village to meet for dinner, which was2 for everyone by subway.
It was a3 enough place, and we had to wait 15 minutes for everybody to 4. Then we ended up at a table in the back near the kitchen. The food was excellent and the waitress, a young woman, was 5 and knew just what to 6 on the menu. We talked and ate and talked more. Nobody made 7 to hurry us out, although it was a Sunday night and 8 somebody would be waiting out for a table.
The bill came. I gave the waitress my credit card. The bill came back. I9 it and left it at the table. We chatted some more. Then we got up and headed out the 10. Outside we said goodbye to Kirk and 11 to the subway.
We had gone almost two blocks12 I heard someone running after us, calling, "Excuse me, sir." I turned 13. It was the 14 from the restaurant. "You left your credit card," she said and 15 it to me.
"Thanks so much," I said, putting it in my wallet. I didn't even have time to say anything before she was already hurrying back to the busy restaurant. I was left to consider her amazing kindness and enthusiasm.
