I assumed my fiancé was setting up a romantic celebration of our future, but his dining conduct was questionable. By the time the bill arrived, I realized I was about to see a side of him I could never unsee.
I had been dating Mike, my boyfriend, for six months when, a week ago, he proposed.
To celebrate, he insisted on taking me to a downtown seafood restaurant. But it was not just any place. It was the kind where the online menu doesn’t show prices, and everything costs more than it should.
I hesitated when I searched for the place.
“Maybe we shouldn’t spend that much. We’re both still paying off student loans, after all.”
“Nah, babe. Don’t worry about it,” Mike said, smiling. “Tonight is going to be special.”
He said it so easily, as if money wasn’t even part of the conversation.
I wanted to believe this was him doing something nice.
So I let it go.
Despite having doubts, I dressed up for the night.
***
When we arrived, the restaurant was exactly what I’d expected. It had low lighting, quiet conversations, and waiters who moved as if they were part of a performance.
We hadn’t even opened the menus before Mike started ordering as soon as we sat down.
Oysters.
Lobster.
Shrimp. Then more shrimp!
I blinked at him. “Mike…”
He didn’t even look at me, just kept going as if he’d rehearsed that.
By the time he was finished, multiple dishes sat in front of us. When I finally looked down at the menu, my stomach dropped a little. The numbers were… a lot.
I leaned closer to Mike, lowering my voice. “Listen, seriously… we can go somewhere else.”
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