But with every new plate that arrived, that small knot in my chest tightened.
Mike didn’t seem concerned at all. If anything, he looked… excited. His eyes even had a strange brightness to them.
I told myself I was overthinking. It was just one night.
But when the bill finally came, that knot pulled tight.
Because that’s when everything shifted.
Mike didn’t open the bill folder right away. Instead, he leaned back in his chair like he had just finished a performance. Then he reached into his pocket.
At first, I thought he was grabbing his wallet.
Instead, he pulled out a small matchbox.
I frowned.
He opened it.
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