A couple of years back, a 50s guy came into my establishment, dressed a little 'young' carrying a small but elegant bouquet. Ordered a drink, and kept checking his phone. An hour later, in she came. Plonked herself down, opened the small gift of jewellery he offered, slipped it into her bag without a word or faintest hint of a smile.
Over the next half hour she devoured four main dishes and four drinks. Hardly spoke a word, but tapped away incessantly on her phone. Once sufficiently stuffed, got up and walked out without saying goodbye. The small envelope scooped up effortlessly.
Poor guy just sat there looking at the flowers for a while. The look on his face was of total dejection. Poor fella.
I put the flowers on my counter. Very nice.