I looked at the receipt.
She added, “Then you ended up paying the whole thing.”
Before I could ask another question, Megan walked over.
“What are you two talking about?”
Then she saw the receipt.
Her face changed instantly.
“Why did you give her that?”
The waitress looked startled.
“I thought she should know what she was charged for.”
Megan’s jaw tightened.
I held up the receipt.
“You made me pay for your date?”
“It wasn’t a date.”
Jake had followed her over.
“What wasn’t a date?”
Nobody spoke.
Jake looked at me.
Then Megan.
“What happened?”
I handed him the receipt.
“Apparently Megan was here before us with some man. Then she added their check to ours.”
Jake looked at Megan. “You were here with another man?”
Megan’s face went pale. “I can explain.”
“You told me you came early to make sure the reservation was set.”
“I did.”
“Then who was he?”
Megan looked toward the waitress. “Please.”
The waitress looked confused.
Then she glanced at Jake.
“Wait.”
She pointed slightly toward him.
“You’re her husband?”
The entire space around us seemed to go quiet.
Jake said, “Yes.”
The waitress looked at Megan.
“Then who was the man you introduced to me as your husband?”
