“That would be our lobster truffle pasta, sir. Shall I bring one or two?”
I hesitated, my stomach tightening. Before I could respond, she laughed and said, “Relax, I’m kidding! I’ll have the grilled chicken salad.”
Relief washed over me as the waiter smiled and jotted down the order. The rest of the evening was filled with her quick wit and easy charm. By dessert, I realized she’d just tested my composure under pressure.
Years later, we still laugh about that moment. It wasn’t about the price—it was about finding someone who could handle her playful, unpredictable spirit.
