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My treat
On Me
Bill idhar.
One more round.
No announcement.
Just a hand reaching for the bill.
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Every good dinner has that moment at the end. The plates are empty, the stories aren’t, and suddenly everyone is very busy with their phones.
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Tonight it’s six of you, squeezed around a table meant for four. Someone orders one more round of fries nobody needs, because nobody’s ready to leave.
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Honestly, you’ve been thinking about it since the starters. It’s been a good month. They’ve had your back all year. This one, you want to do.
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So when the server looks over, you just lift a hand. Burgundy, tortoiseshell, a little gold. The bill folder slides your way before anyone else can reach.
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Someone starts, “Arre, let’s just split—” You’ve already handed over your card. Good company. One more round. Bill idhar.