Oysters.
Lobster.
Shrimp. Then more shrimp.
I blinked at him. “Mike…”
He didn’t even glance at me, just kept going like he had already planned it.
By the time he finished, the table was covered in dishes. When I finally looked at the menu, my stomach tightened. The prices were… high.
I leaned in, lowering my voice. “Listen, seriously… we can go somewhere else.”
He shook his head, smiling like I’d said something endearing. “No, baby. You deserve this.”
There was something in his tone that stopped me from pushing further, like arguing would ruin the moment. I told myself it was love.
So I leaned back. And I tried to enjoy it.
For a while, I actually did. The food was incredible. We talked, we laughed. It felt like what I imagined an engagement dinner should be.
