The pleasant evening continued as we left the restaurant. Eric offered me his arm as we walked to my car, and in another thoughtful move, he waited until he saw me start the engine and drive away before he departed. It felt wonderfully refreshingly normal—there was no uncomfortable pressure or rushed ending, just a genuinely nice and relaxing evening. Feeling quite pleased, I sent Mia a text message on my drive home: You might actually be right about this one.
📧 The Shocking “Invoice” for Affection
The Turn of Events and a Massive Red Flag
The following morning, I woke up with a feeling of genuine optimism. I fully expected to see a sweet, short message from Eric like, “Had a great time.” Instead, I checked my inbox and found an email that instantly caused my good mood to vanish. The subject line was simply: “Invoice for Last Night.”Continue reading…
