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Leaving a dinner party at a restaurant, I passed through a hallway. They had left two serving trays out on tables. One was empty. The other held two cookies, one flat, supporting the one leaning against it.

I stopped and stared. Why were those cookies there?

Had they been left over from the cookie plates on each table? Had they fallen on the floor and been picked up before they could be stepped on? Was the arrangement of cookies, one leaning against the other, supposed to signal something to the wait staff or cleanup crew?

I choose to believe they were a coded message. Staff were not supposed to fraternize, but true love always finds a way. These simple cookies indicated where and when to meet.

I sighed happily, my heart filled with love.