He picked up the bill and looked at it.
Then he placed it directly between them on the table.
“The total is three hundred eighty dollars,” he said casually, as though discussing the weather. “Let’s split it evenly.”
She blinked, certain she had misunderstood.
“What did you say?”
“Let’s split it,” he repeated calmly. “That seems only fair to me.”
She stared at him, trying to process what was happening. He had planned this entire elaborate evening. He had selected this expensive restaurant. He had insisted on the costly wine selection.
He had been the one saying repeatedly, “Tonight is going to be special.”
And now he expected her to contribute one hundred ninety dollars?
She wasn’t upset about the money itself. She could easily afford her half of the bill. That wasn’t the issue at all.
“This just feels strange to me,” she said carefully, choosing her words. “You planned this whole evening for Valentine’s Day. Why would I need to pay for half of the special date you invited me to?”
