complimented my dress, and even gave me a small engraved keychain. Conversation over dinner flowed easily, touching on travel, work, and awkward dating stories.
When the bill came, he waved me off with a confident, “A man pays on the first date.” It felt a bit traditional, but not alarming. Afterward, he walked me to my car and waited until I drove away. The night seemed promising.
The next morning, I expected a kind follow-up message. Instead, I found an email titled “Invoice for Last Night.” At first, I laughed,
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