The waiter replied, "She just left. If you're fast, you might find her."

"Thanks," Ethan replied, grabbing his jacket and running out.

Outside, he looked around. There were cars, but no sign of Madelyn.

He called her number on his phone.

"Sorry, the phone you're calling is off..."

Ethan tried calling again, but no luck.

Actually, if Ethan had just looked behind him, he would've seen Madelyn standing there.

Ethan texted her: [Call me when you're home. I'll arrange your flight back to Paris