Then the server came back for our order.
“I’ll have the lobster,” Chloe said immediately. “Extra butter.”
I noticed how she said it. Not casually—deliberately. Like it mattered that people heard.
As the meal went on, she started taking photos. The table, the drinks, even a quick shot of us. It started to feel less like a date and more like content.
Still, I let it go.
Until the check came.
The Moment Everything Shifted
I glanced at the bill. Her side alone was over $150.
Chloe leaned back, smiled, and said it like it was obvious:
“You’re the man. Men pay.”
