The waitress made her way over to the secluded table beside the window in the rather crowded and noisy resturant. The late afternoon was rather gloomy due to the persistent rainfall of the day. Yellowed, dim bulbs provided faint illumination to the interior of the inn.

"Right here. I'm afraid this the only table we have left."

"It will do, thank you." replied the young man who followed the waitress in tail along with a young woman - supposedly his wife - at least as the waitress assumed.

"Have you decided what you would like to have?"

"Coffee with some warm rolls and tea for the young lady."

"Alright. It'll be delivered to your table in a minute."

As the waitress is about to leave, the young woman expresses shock at having mistakenly sat on a bag.

"What is the matter?" The waitress asks, stopped short on her way by the woman's concern.

"I think I must have sat on this bag."

"Is it not yours?" The waitress addresses the man with the woman, to which he responds irritatedly:

"Why would I put my suitbag where my woman would sit? What kind of a...