expressively. I slid
the card into the folder and handed it back to the server, barely breaking the flow of the moment.
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The rhythm of the evening, so perfectly established, began to fracture with the server’s return. She approached the table with a slight hesitancy, her practiced smile faltering at the edges.
“Sir,” she murmured, leaning in slightly so her voice would not carry to the adjacent tables, “I’m so sorry, but… your card didn’t go through.”
The statement
