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

Ava “honey” and brought extra napkins before we asked.

When the bill came, I paid with my card.

Then I left a tip in cash, folded under the receipt.

Ava looked at the amount and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s more than twenty percent.”

“Her service wasn’t zero.”

Ava laughed.

Not politely.

Not carefully.

Really laughed.

And as we walked out into the night, her hand continue reading …