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

the cost.

We ate. We talked. We smiled.

But underneath it all, there was tension.

Not obvious.

Not spoken.

Just present.

Then the waiter returned.

“Are you ready for the check?”

Before I could say anything, she smiled brightly.

“Oh, we’ll just split it.”

The words landed like a weight dropping straight into my stomach.

Split it.

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