I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

is this?”

Nick said, “It was boxed with the other takeout.”

Then he looked at Jennifer.

Her face did the thing.

Tiny blink. Jaw tight. Eyes darting, quick, then back to flat.

“It must be a mistake.”

Nick didn’t answer that. Bless him.

Brian opened one of the white containers. Pasta. Chicken. Sauce. The full thing, still hot enough to fog the lid.

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