At a cozy restaurant booth, the waitress greeted us warmly. I ordered water and a drink, then said, “And whatever she’s getting,” nodding to my date.
The waitress smiled; my date hesitated, eyes flicking between us. Something felt off.
“You okay?” I asked softly.
She cleared her throat. “I wasn’t sure if you meant me.”
Confusion hit—then clarity. She’d been misgendered before, unsure of her place.
I smiled gently. “I meant you. I’m glad you’re here.”
Her shoulders dropped, smile blooming. The moment passed, but it lingered—small words carry weight.
Dinner unfolded with easy laughter, shared stories, and quiet connection. By dessert, we were at ease.
Walking out, I realized: kindness and clarity can turn a simple meal into something real.
