It's best to leave those memories behind

Susan sat alone at the restaurant table, anxiously tapping her fingers on the polished surface. She glanced at her watch, realizing Mateo was running late. Impatient, she called the waiter over and ordered a glass of wine to calm her nerves.

As she sipped her wine and looked around the restaurant, her eyes fell upon a charming scene. A man, well-dressed and gallant, was opening the car door for his date with a warm smile. Susan's heart skipped a beat, and a sudden realization struck her.

"Oh my, what have I done? Why did I bring the car?" Susan muttered to herself, regret filling her voice. She knew deep down that she needed to find ways to get closer to Mateo, to ignite a spark between them.

Feeling a surge of determination, Susan reached for her phone and dialed her mother's number. Mrs. Miller answered, her voice filled with warmth. "Hello, dear, how can I help you?"

"Mom," Susan said urgently, "please tell the driver to come pick up the car at the restaurant. I won't be needing it