I took my girlfriend to a fancy dinner for our anniversary.

“Twenty percent is standard.”

“For standard service?”

“For restaurant service.”

I leaned back in my chair.

Ava touched the stain on her dress, still faintly visible even after she had tried to clean it in the sink the night before.

“Do you have cameras in the dining room?” I asked.

The manager paused.

“For security purposes, yes.”

“Good. Watch them.”

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