When my friend invited me to an expensive steakhouse, I told her upfront that I couldn’t afford a big bill and would order something small. She brushed it off, but I called the restaurant ahead of time and arranged to pay for my portion separately, just to avoid any awkwardness later.
At dinner, she ordered an elaborate meal while I kept it simple with a salad and water. Everything felt relaxed and enjoyable—until the check came and she casually suggested we split it.
The waiter then placed two receipts on the table: hers, and mine, already paid. She was surprised and slightly embarrassed. I gently reminded her that I had mentioned my budget before, and she admitted she hadn’t really heard me.
Instead of arguing, we cleared the air and agreed to choose places that fit us both next time. The night ended not with tension, but with understanding—and a quiet pride in having honored my boundaries.
