I still remember the way my stomach flipped when he asked me out. Armand. Tall, confident, with that effortless charm that made every meeting at work feel like a scene out of some rom-com—at least in my head. I had crushed on him for months, maybe longer. I never thought he’d actually notice me, let alone ask me to dinner.

So, of course, I said yes.

The entire day, I was a nervous wreck. I borrowed a dress from my friend—something a little classier than my usual outfits—spent extra time on my makeup, and carefully curled my hair. My hands shook just applying lipstick. This was it. The moment I had secretly fantasized about since the first time he leaned over my desk, smiling as he asked me to proofread something “just because I trust your judgment.”

By the time I arrived at the restaurant, my excitement was barely contained. It was one of those upscale Italian places, the kind with dim lighting, crisp white tablecloths, and wine glasses so delicate I was afraid to touch them.

I was early, so I ordered a drink and waited.

Then I waited some more.

Ten minutes passed. No sign of him.

Twenty minutes. I checked my phone. No texts.

Thirty minutes. My confidence started to shrink with every second.

I should have left right then and there, but my heart kept making excuses for him. Maybe he got stuck at work? Maybe there was traffic?

Then, just as I was about to call it a night, a waiter approached me. He looked slightly awkward as he handed me a small folded note.

“For me?” I asked, confused.

He nodded and walked away.

My pulse raced as I unfolded the paper. The handwriting was messy, hurried.

“Stand up and go to the bathroom. And when you open the door, you have to—”

It cut off. The note had been torn at the bottom.

My excitement turned into something colder—unease. What the hell was this?

I hesitated, but curiosity got the best of me. I grabbed my purse, stood up, and made my way to the restroom.

Inside, I glanced around, half-expecting him to be there waiting with some kind of grand romantic gesture. But the room was empty.

Then my phone vibrated. A message from Armand.

“Stay in there for a minute. I’ll explain later.”

A minute? Explain what?

I frowned, staring at my reflection in the mirror, my makeup still perfect, my excitement now completely drained. This was weird.

After another long moment, I decided I wasn’t going to play along with whatever this was. I walked out, scanning the restaurant. And that’s when I saw her.

A woman, sitting near the entrance.

She was stunning—dark hair, striking features, well-dressed in an effortless way that made me feel underdressed despite my borrowed outfit. And she wasn’t alone. A little girl, maybe six or seven, sat across from her, swinging her legs under the chair, coloring in a small notebook.

Then I saw him.

Armand was standing near the bar, half-turned away, shoulders tense. He hadn’t seen me yet, but his eyes kept darting toward the woman and the child.

Something about the way he was watching them made my stomach drop.

My phone buzzed again. Another text from him.

“Let me know when you leave the restroom.”

I didn’t reply. Instead, I walked straight toward him.

He saw me at the last second, his expression shifting from surprise to panic.

“Hey,” I said, crossing my arms. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“Shh,” he hissed, glancing over my shoulder toward the woman. “Can we talk outside?”

“No. We can talk right here.” My voice was sharper than I intended, but I was done playing whatever game this was.

Armand let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temple. “Look, my ex-wife is here. With my daughter.”

I blinked. His daughter? He had never mentioned a daughter.

“So?” I asked, confused. “Why are you hiding?”

His jaw tightened. “It’s complicated.”

I wasn’t buying it. “Try me.”

He exhaled sharply, then lowered his voice. “I… I’m a little behind on child support.”

My stomach twisted.

“How behind?” I asked, dread creeping into my voice.

He shifted uncomfortably. “A few months.”

My chest tightened. This wasn’t just an awkward coincidence—this was deliberate avoidance.

I turned, looking back at the woman and the little girl. The way she held herself, poised but exhausted, told me everything I needed to know.

She had probably seen him by now. She wasn’t making a scene. She just sat there, her lips pressed together, her fingers idly playing with her glass of water.

She was used to this.

I turned back to Armand, my previous excitement completely replaced by something else. Disgust.

“You have a good job, Armand. You drive a nice car. How the hell are you behind on child support?”

He sighed, exasperated. “It’s not that simple, okay? She takes me to court over every little thing. She doesn’t need the money. She just wants to make my life miserable.”

My stomach turned. That little girl had been coloring, completely unaware of her father avoiding her from across the restaurant. Was she really part of some revenge scheme? Or was she just a kid who needed a dad who actually showed up?

I had my answer.

I stepped back. “You know what? I think I’m done here.”

Armand looked at me, confused. “What?”

I grabbed my purse. “I thought you were someone else. Someone better. But you’re just a deadbeat dad making excuses.”

His face hardened. “You don’t understand—”

“You’re right. I don’t understand,” I interrupted. “Because if I had a kid, I’d move heaven and earth to make sure they were taken care of. Not hide in a damn restaurant.”

I turned on my heel and walked toward the exit, past his ex-wife, past his daughter, who was still coloring, oblivious to the way her father had just watched her from a distance instead of coming over to say hello.

I stepped out into the cool night air, inhaling deeply, letting the sting of disappointment settle.

I had been so excited for this date. For him.

But tonight, I had dodged a bullet.

I pulled out my phone, deleting his number before I even reached my car.

Some mistakes you regret.

Others? You walk away from knowing you just saved yourself from a world of heartache.

And I had never felt more relieved.

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