Hank barely looked up when she sat, too busy telling me to refill their drinks.
As the night went on, I cleared empty plates, keeping an ear on their table. That’s when I overheard something that shocked me.
“I’m not paying this time,” Brynne told Hank, her voice trembling like never before. “Hank, I’m serious.”
He just laughed. “Sure, hon. Don’t worry your pretty head. I’ll handle it.”
Easy for him to say, I thought, anger rising.
