The Love Of Your Life

You are looking cute in a conservative light pink number when you decide to head out. You grab a cab, but get super discussed by the greasy seats that smell the yearn and get out at the nearest restaurant. You find yourself at a small café that you didn't know existed. You order a coffee and salad. Your trying to watch your weight. When your full you ask for the check, but you don't have the same waiter as before.

"Sorry" the man says "Jim had to . . . step out for a bit, my names Mike, here you are."

He hands you the check when you notice this man is well . . . ripped, but seems modest, just your type. What do you do?