After A Public Insult At Dinner, I Let The Check Speak For Me

the booking holder’s card unless specified otherwise.”

Evan’s jaw tightened.

He swiped his card, signed the receipt with a sharp flick, then tossed it back.

“There,” he said, glaring at me. “Happy?”

The manager walked away, but the silence that followed was deafening.

Evan leaned forward. “What was that, Liam? You trying to embarrass me in public?”

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