My Friend Invited Me to an Expensive Restaurant and Tricked Me Into Splitting the Bill—What I Did Next Sh0cked Her

When it was my turn, I ordered a small steak salad. That was it. No drink. No sides. I even skipped dessert when the waiter asked.

I tried to enjoy myself, but there was a quiet tension in my chest the whole time. I’ve known her long enough to recognize that familiar pattern—the way she likes to live big and let someone else absorb the consequences.

When the waiter finally came back and asked if we were ready for the check, she smiled brightly and said, “Oh, we’ll just split it.”

The words landed like a weight.

I didn’t argue. I didn’t correct her. I just nodded once and said, “Sure.”

A few minutes later, she excused herself to go to the restroom. The second she disappeared around the corner, I raised my hand and quietly called the waiter back.

“I need a favor,” I said calmly. “Can you add three entrées to go? The ribeye, the filet, and the salmon.”

He blinked, surprised. “All to go?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Please put them on this table’s bill.”

He nodded and walked away without another question.

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