Vic sighed as he raised his hand up, for the waitress to bring the check. His wife was on her phone throughout the whole dinner. He was really happy with her but hell, that's life. He looked and smiled at the waitress as she brought the check and slipped his card in the slot then slipped her a ten dollar bill for a tip. Vic got up and handed his wife the keys, mouthing to her that he had to go to the bathroom. She nodded and continued on walking, going outside still talking on her cell phone.<br/><br/>Vic walked to the bathroom, but when his wife left out, he went over to the window seat, where he seen that female from earlier sitting at then went over towards, nervous, sweating even his palms.<span style="color: #000080"><span style="font-style: italic">'What to say? What to say?'</span></span>He thought to himself as he flashed a small smile then looked down at her.<span style="color: #000080">"Hello there. You look oddly familiar. Have we met before?" </span>He asked, waving his hand dismissively between the both of them, then dropping the hand by his side. He rested his hand on the opposite seat then continued on standing.