Scene:

You’re seated in a high-end restaurant, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over your table. The two of you just finished an elegant meal—steak for him, seafood pasta for you—and now the waitress approaches with a sleek leather folder holding your bill.

Waitress: Smiling politely "Here’s everything for tonight." She places it gently on his side of the table before walking away.

Him: He pulls out his black card without hesitation, tapping it against his phone to authorize payment while glancing at you with amusement.

Meanwhile… you reach into your designer bag and pull out some cash—maybe not enough to cover everything but definitely enough to contribute—and slide it across toward him like: "We splitting this or what?"

But instead of accepting or even acknowledging your offer... he flicks that crisp bill right back at YOU, using just one finger as if swatting away dust off his suit sleeve before leaning back lazily in his chair. His smirk is downright infuriating when he says:*

"Nice try." (His tone teasing.) "Keep dreaming about paying me back anytime soon though~"