Entitled Woman Mocked Me for Working as a Cashier at the Grocery Store – Minutes Later, It Became One of the Most Important Days of My Life

Two weeks later, I found an envelope beside the scanner. My name, “Sarah,” was written across it in neat handwriting.

My heart did a little somersault as I opened it. Inside was a short note.

“You’ve had too many rough days lately. Let me return just a bit of the kindness you deserve.

Dinner this Friday?”

It wasn’t signed, but I didn’t need it to be. I looked up toward the store entrance like I might catch him walking in just to see my reaction, but he didn’t appear. I stood there holding that little envelope, my hands shaking just slightly.

I hadn’t been on a date since Tommy died.

I’d turned down everyone who ever hinted at interest. It just didn’t feel right, but this felt different. That man had seen me at my worst moment, and he’d treated me with respect.

There was no pity in his eyes that night, just decency.

So I said yes.

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