"My apologies, miss. I didn't mean to spill the wine," the server said, bowing his head in regret after accidentally spilling red wine on Isabella's dress.

"No problem..." Isabella replied, standing up and heading towards the restroom.

The server watched her retreating figure, a sly smile spreading across his face as he quickly sent a text: 'She's headed your way; be ready.'

'I saw this exact moment in a future flash,' Isabella thought as she scrubbed her dress, the realization dawning on her. 'I only get these flashes when I'm in some kind of trouble. What kind of mess am I walking into now?'

Between her mumbo-jumbo thoughts, Isabella detected...