Jack barely glanced at the $827 bill before shoving it at his girlfriend, Lora. “Your turn, babe,” he said. But this time, Lora refused—trembling, near tears. And as their waitress, I’d seen enough. When they first came in, Jack and Lora seemed happy. But over time, he started ordering lavish meals—for himself and his friends—while Lora paid quietly. She barely ate.
That night, Jack showed up with eight friends, boasting it was “on him.” Then Lora arrived, looking drained. As usual, Jack pushed the bill toward her. She fled to the restroom in tears. I followed—and overheard her sobbing to her mom: “He makes me pay for everything. I can’t do this anymore.” That’s when I came up with a plan. When she came out, I told her to pretend she had to leave for an emergency. She hesitated—but agreed.