The Dinner That Taught Me to Stand Up for Myself—Without Losing a Friend

My heart dropped. Before I could speak, the waiter placed two separate checks on the table.

“Oh,” Mia said, surprised. “You didn’t have to—”

“I called earlier,” I said calmly. “Asked them to split it ahead of time. Just wanted to avoid any confusion.”

She blinked, then blushed. “You could’ve told me.”

“I did,” I said softly. “A few times.”Continue reading…