“My friends will demand proof you exist.”
We finished eating, and I was almost relaxed by the time Maya cleared the plates.
Then the check arrived, placed in the middle of the table. Chloe did not reach for it.
I glanced at her, then at the bill. Her lobster alone was $150. Add in wine, dessert, and sides, her share was well over half.
I pulled out my card. “Alright. We’ll just split it like we said, right?”
Chloe leaned back, smiling like she was in on a joke I had missed. “I’m not paying.”
I stared, half-expecting her to laugh. “What?”
Her lobster alone was $150.
She shrugged. “You’re the man. Men pay, don’t they? That’s how I’ve always done it.”
My ears felt hot. “But… you agreed to split.”
She picked up her phone, scrolling absently. “Yeah… but I didn’t think you’d actually mean it. Men never do.”
A beat of silence stretched between us.
Something old and familiar rose up in me, memories of being made to feel small, like my feelings did not matter, like I could apologize for expecting fairness.
“You’re the man. Men pay, don’t they?”
But I kept my voice even, willing myself not to back down.
“I meant it,” I said quietly.
Chloe rolled her eyes, lips curled into a half-smile. “You’re really going to embarrass yourself over dinner, Evan? In front of all these people?”
“Why should I be embarrassed for wanting what we agreed on?”
She gave a light, almost pitying laugh. “Goodness, you’re stubborn.”
Chloe rolled her eyes.
I set my fork down. “We agreed to split.”
She looked past me, like searching for an exit, but found none.
“Well… maybe I changed my mind.”
Maya approached again, a stack of plates balanced in one hand. She seemed to sense the tension simmering.
“Is everything alright over here?”
Chloe flashed her a quick smile. “We’re fine. It’s just a little miscommunication about the bill.”
“Is everything alright over here?”
I met Maya’s gaze. “We agreed to split the check. Now she’s saying she won’t.”
Chloe huffed, turning toward Maya. “Honestly, he’s making a big deal out of nothing. Men pay for dates. That’s just how it is.”
Maya paused, looking at Chloe a moment longer. “Actually, I think I remember you. Weren’t you here two weeks ago? Same table, different guy?”
