I was at a restaurant with a man I had met online. At first, he seemed charming—well-dressed, polite, even insistent on bringing me my coffee himself. But something about the way he watched me made me uneasy, though I tried to brush it off as first-date nerves. A waitress appeared suddenly, balancing a tray. As she approached, she stumbled, spilling the coffee all over the table. The hot liquid splashed onto my date’s sleeve, and his face immediately twisted with rage.
