Sarah’s high heels clacked against the sidewalk with every step. I couldn’t help but sigh when I saw the total bill at the bottom of the receipt again.
“Jesus,” I groaned, “this is gonna eat a hole in my wallet.”
I felt Sarah’s nails dig a bit into my upper arm as we spoke, “… I’m sorry for getting out of hand.”
As much as I wanted to be angry at her, I had no right; I said some pretty nasty stuff too. With a heavy sigh, I kissed her forehead, “I’m sorry, too.”
“Do you mean it?”
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