“Maybe we shouldn’t spend that much. We’re both still paying off student loans, after all.”
“Nah, babe. Don’t worry about it,” Mike said with a smile. “Tonight is going to be special.”
He said it so casually, like money wasn’t even part of the equation.
I wanted to believe he was doing something thoughtful.
So I let it go.
Even with doubts in the back of my mind, I dressed up for the night.
When we arrived, the restaurant was exactly what I expected—dim lighting, hushed conversations, and waiters moving like part of a performance.
We hadn’t even opened the menus before Mike started ordering as soon as we sat down.
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