We didn’t look at each other for the rest of the night, eating our food in silence. Whenever the waiter came over to check on us we spoke for ourselves, never acknowledging the other. It was the same way when we ordered more food and desserts: no eye contact, no communication.
As I was eating my way through my steak, that’s when I came to the realization, “Holy shit, everything’s being charged to my card…”
After a never-ending war of silence, I looked at Sarah and said “You’ll have to chip in on the bill.”
She sucked her teeth, “Cheapskate.”
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