He’d forgotten it.
How convenient, I thought. Let me pay for something yet again.
And this was supposed to be a date?
I should have known better.
So why had I agreed to it?
I was a masochist, clearly.
I thought I’d learned my lesson but obviously not.
Something was different though… I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
Ah, that was it.
There’d been a power shift. I wasn’t going to put up with the bullshit anymore. I was going to dish it out, nice and thick. I was going to be the Vegemite that left a taste in your mouth and made you remember.
“I’ll be back,” I said, standing up. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”
Taking my bag, I made my way to the counter, paid for my meal and promptly walked out.
Tucking my own wallet back into my bag I let myself feel the full rush of enjoyment knowing that he was alone, with nothing.