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

as if relieved.

“Thank you. That’s wise.”

“No,” I said. “I’m bringing proof.”

Then I hung up.

Ava closed her eyes.

“Noah, I don’t want this to become a thing.”

“It already is.”

“It was one bad waiter.”

“No,” I said gently. “It was one bad waiter, one manager backing him without asking questions, and a restaurant that thinks we’ll pay to avoid embarrassment.continue reading …