Eliza and her mother lunched at a small cafe with a few tables clustered under a canopy along the street. They sipped prosecco as they chatted over salads. The waiter brought them complementary espressos with their bill.

“Didn’t our waiter have beautiful blue eyes?” Eliza’s mother commented.

“I didn’t notice,” Eliza responded.

“What beautiful blue eyes!” Eliza thought. “How sad I’ll never see him again.”

“What a pretty girl!” thought the shy waiter. “How sad I’ll never see her again.”

Eliza’s mother smiled and waved at the waiter as they left. But Eliza didn’t notice. She was looking down at her phone, booking a lunch reservation for the following day.