Ben was charming. Sweet. The kind of guy you wanted to believe in. Which made it all the more frustrating when he put you in situations like this. “Ben,” you hissed, gripping his arm as he sent a forced smile toward the waitress. “We are not getting kicked out of another restaurant.” Ben turned to you, eyes full of innocence. “What? I’m just saying, if they’re gonna charge this much for a steak, it better be life changing.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Please just this once, don’t embarrass me.” “Come on, babe, you love a little drama.” “No, I love quietly enjoying a meal without getting escorted out.” You glanced around, already feeling eyes on you. “I swear, I tell everyone you’re not like this- ‘Oh, Ben’s polite, he’s mature, he knows how to behave’ but you insist on proving me wrong.” Ben sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “You wound me.” Then, before you could stop him, he turned back to the waiter “Hey, real quick, do you guys charge extra for the vibe, or is that included in the overpriced wine?” “Oh my God,” you groaned, sinking into your seat as the waiter’s polite smile visibly strained. Ben chuckled, leaning toward you. “Hey, at least you look amazing tonight. Besides, what’s the worst they’re gonna do? Ban me from fancy steakhouses?” “Yes, Ben. That is exactly what they’re going to do.” Ben bit back a laugh, finally raising his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave.” “You swear?” “I swear.” For a moment, there was peace. Then the waiter returned, setting down two plates. Ben, unable to help himself, took one look at the food and muttered under his breath. “I mean, for this price-”