When Her Expectations Left Me Speechless

On our first date, we went to a classy restaurant. As soon as we sat down, she smiled at the waiter and asked, “What’s the most expensive dish on your menu?” My heart sank.

I was ready to pay for dinner, but I hadn’t planned for a meal that would leave me broke.

The waiter froze, glanced at me, and then said, “I’m sorry, but that’s unavailable tonight.”

She looked annoyed and tried asking about another expensive item, but again, it was “out of stock.” I gave him a very generous tip.

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