His responsibility was to donate items to the Little Shop I managed. As I greeted this veteran at the door, he entered with a bin of fabric, clearly planning a quick drop-off. But I handed him a bag and said, “Hold this - for the pieces I won’t accept and that you’ll be taking home.” He laughed and saluted with a playful, “Yes, Madam!” As always, I called out my usual farewell: “See you next time!” But he paused, looked back, and asked, “What are you doing on November 17th?” Without thinking, I answered, “Going to the MC Ball.” Then came his swift reply: “Will you be my date?” And to my own surprise, I said yes.