My Friend Ordered the Most Expensive Items on the Menu and Expected Me to Split the Bill—She Never Saw My Response Coming

wine—without even looking at the price.

Confident. Effortless. Unbothered.

When the waiter turned to me, I kept it simple.

A small steak salad.

No drink. No sides. No dessert.

I didn’t want to draw attention.

But something in my chest tightened anyway.

Because I had seen this pattern before.

The way she loved to live loudly… and let someone else quietly absorb continue reading …