“...and could you bring us a bottle of water too,” Brett added to the close of the order.
“Sure,” replied the attractive waitress, with an exaggerated fake smile. She took the menus and nodded to the couple before retreating from the table.
“I can’t believe you just flirted with her.” Brett’s girlfriend shook her head and leant away from the table.
“What?” Brett defended. “I didn’t do anything.” He had of course noticed the waitress’s piercing eyes.
“I’ve been in relationships before,” came a barking reply. “Don’t tell me I don’t know what’s going on. It’s you who’s never had a partner.”
“How does that even fit into this debate?” Brett inquired. “And the fact that you have a history of unsuccessful relationships doesn’t exactly strengthen your debate.”
She stared at him with wide eyes. She didn’t say a thing. Brett and his girlfriend sat through a silent meal; they both spent the majority of their time staring at the sparsely decorated walls. At the end of dessert Brett asked politely for the bill, carefully avoiding extended eye contact with the waitress. While handing over payment for the overpriced meal Brett considered the evening: He'd been falsely accused, punished, and forced to pay.
‘Maybe it is me who doesn’t know what’s going on,’ he thought.
“Sure,” replied the attractive waitress, with an exaggerated fake smile. She took the menus and nodded to the couple before retreating from the table.
“I can’t believe you just flirted with her.” Brett’s girlfriend shook her head and leant away from the table.
“What?” Brett defended. “I didn’t do anything.” He had of course noticed the waitress’s piercing eyes.
“I’ve been in relationships before,” came a barking reply. “Don’t tell me I don’t know what’s going on. It’s you who’s never had a partner.”
“How does that even fit into this debate?” Brett inquired. “And the fact that you have a history of unsuccessful relationships doesn’t exactly strengthen your debate.”
She stared at him with wide eyes. She didn’t say a thing. Brett and his girlfriend sat through a silent meal; they both spent the majority of their time staring at the sparsely decorated walls. At the end of dessert Brett asked politely for the bill, carefully avoiding extended eye contact with the waitress. While handing over payment for the overpriced meal Brett considered the evening: He'd been falsely accused, punished, and forced to pay.
‘Maybe it is me who doesn’t know what’s going on,’ he thought.