Page 20 of Pretend to be Mine
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“Was it not any good?” she asks, sounding sad.
“No, I’m sure it’s great. I just filled up before I got my food. But I’ll take it home.”
She laughs. “Sure, I’ll grab you a box.” She rushes off.
Ben starts pulling out his wallet.
“No, you paid for the game. I’ll pay for dinner.”
“No, this was my idea. I’ll pay.”
“We can split it,” I offer, feeling guilty. I don’t want him to always pay for the things we do. We’re not dating.
“No, seriously. I wanted to go to the game, and I wanted to stop and eat. I’m paying. End of story.”
I laugh and show him my palms. “Fine.”
