Karma is a bitch
A white Porsche pulled up in front of a certain five star restaurant. George's long legs appeared as he alighted from the car. He passed the keys to the valet and walked into the restaurant. He did the button on his jacket belonging to the black suit he wore as he took leisurely strides in.
"Good evening, sir. Did you make a reservation?" The female attendant asked.
"George Stewart", he answered as he straughtened his jacket.
He looked extra handsome tonight. He had gotten rid of his glasses and turned extra heads than normal. Unbothered by the whisperings and admiration, he followed the attendant and was led to a table where a lady sat. Some women have envious looks when they realized she was his date. The woman stood up and stretched out her hand.
"Stacy Campbell", she said with a pleasant smile.
"George Stewart", he shook her hand before gesturing for her to seat. "Please."