a meme, a playful nod to the cost of dinner. But the attachment was styled like a corporate bill, complete with logo and itemized “
charges.” Dinner, noted as “covered.”
Flowers, described as “in-kind” and allegedly payable by a hug. The keychain, “repayable” with a coffee date. And then, a final line implying that if I didn’t follow through, his friend Chris—who happens to be Mia’s long-term boyfriend—would “hear about it.”
This wasn’t humor. It was pressure, dressed up to look clever.
The charm from the night before
suddenly felt rehearsed—a
