It was one box. It was mine. I would have said yes if you asked. Instead I come home hungry and start a proper grudge.
Tag: dinner
Sometimes it means he has sense. Dinner with a stranger is tax. Meet, clock the vibe, then spend. A cheap soul shows later, not first.
I can calculate it in a second. Asking for it is the bit that shrinks me. Pride and rent should not share a table anyway.
I put my card down because I could. His whole face changed. Some men only like cocky until the bill proves you need no rescuing.
Drinks, sex, a vague plan that never lands on a calendar. I am done collecting almosts. Book a table or do not get me tonight.
A walk is never just a walk. Travel, outfit, time off the rota. Casual is a lie London tells so nobody notices the standing order.