We had been dating for exactly three weeks. It was supposed to be an intimate Friday night date to get to know each other better. I had booked a corner booth at a nice, but moderately priced, steakhouse downtown. But when I walked in, the hostess led me not to a booth for two, but to a massive round table in the center of the room.<\/p>\n
Chloe was sitting there, waving excitedly, flanked by six people I had never met.<\/p>\n
“Surprise!” she beamed as I approached, utterly bewildered. “My parents were in town, and my cousins were free, so I figured, why not introduce everyone?”<\/p>\n
I forced a polite smile and took the only empty chair at the far end of the table. What followed was two hours of financial slaughter. While I ordered a modest sirloin and a beer, Chloe’s “family” treated the menu like a lottery ticket. They ordered three Tomahawk ribeyes, a seafood tower, four bottles of premium wine, and every truffle-infused side dish the kitchen offered. They barely spoke to me, talking loudly amongst themselves while Chloe occasionally patted my hand, whispering how “impressed” her dad was going to be.<\/p>\n
Then, the black leather folder arrived.<\/p>\n
The waiter placed it in the center of the table. The conversation stopped. Seven pairs of eyes locked onto me. Chloe nudged the folder toward my plate with a sweet, expectant smile. “Thanks for treating us, babe. You’re the best.”<\/p>\n
I opened it. $1,245.80.<\/p>\n
I felt my jaw tighten. I looked at Chloe, then at her father, who was picking his teeth with a toothpick, looking perfectly relaxed.<\/p>\n
“I’m paying for my sirloin and my beer,” I said calmly, sliding the book back to the center. “The rest is on you guys.”<\/p>\n
The table erupted into a chorus of offended gasps. Chloe\u2019s eyes widened in feigned horror. “Are you serious? You’re embarrassing me in front of my family! A real man pays for his girlfriend’s guests.”<\/p>\n
Her “dad” puffed out his chest, leaning forward aggressively. “Listen here, buddy, if you can’t afford to take care of my daughter\u2014”<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when the waiter, a quiet guy who had been watching the entire circus with thinly veiled exhaustion, stepped in to clear my empty plate. As he reached across, he subtly pressed a folded receipt paper into my palm.<\/p>\n
Under the table, I uncrumpled it. It was hastily scribbled in blue ink:<\/p>\n
“She’s not related to any of them. They do this every week. You are the fourth ‘new boyfriend’ this month.”<\/p>\n
The blood rushed to my ears. I looked up from the note. I looked at the “dad,” who was currently wearing a designer watch that looked incredibly out of place. I looked at the “cousin,” who was already nervously glancing toward the exit. Then I looked at Chloe, whose performative outrage suddenly looked a lot like panic.<\/p>\n
“Let me see the bill again,” I said softly.<\/p>\n
Chloe smirked, looking vindicated, and slid it back over. “Thank you. I knew you’d do the right thing.”<\/p>\n
I didn’t open the folder. Instead, I pulled two twenty-dollar bills from my wallet, placed them directly into the waiter’s hand, and stood up.<\/p>\n
“Actually, Chloe,” I said, my voice carrying over the quiet hum of the restaurant. “I think your ‘dad’ should cover it. Considering he was playing your uncle last Tuesday when you brought that guy in the blue suit here.”<\/p>\n
The color completely drained from Chloe’s face. The “dad” dropped his toothpick. The table went dead silent.<\/p>\n
“Good luck with the $1,200 bill,” I said, tossing the waiter’s crumpled note onto her plate. “I’m sure the kitchen could use seven new dishwashers.”<\/p>\n
I turned and walked out the front doors. By the time I reached the valet to get my car, I could see the restaurant manager and two imposing security guards marching briskly toward their table.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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