She Tried to Scam Me With a $150 Lobster on Our First Date, But One Detail Exposed Everything

Outside, the night felt colder. But my head felt lighter.

I drove straight to Erin’s place.

She opened the door. “So?”

I laughed. “You were right to push me. But you’re not going to believe this.”

Ten minutes later, I was in her kitchen, telling the whole story over ice cream.

“You didn’t pay for her, right?” she asked.

“Not a chance.”

“Good,” she said. “Because it’s not about the money. It’s that you didn’t fold just to keep things comfortable.”

She was right.