Oh, really?With a polite smile, I turned to the server and ordered dessert—not for me, but for two fabulous older women nearby, dressed in sequins and clearly out for a good time. “Tiramisu, panna cotta, and an affogato—for them, on me.”Mark blinked. “Wait, what?”
I walked over to the women, who immediately pulled up a chair. We spent the rest of the evening laughing, sipping wine, and enjoying every last bite of dessert while Mark sat alone, poking at his plain grilled fish.Before I left, I made sure the whole restaurant heard: “If he flirts with you when I leave, just tell him you like chocolate.” The laughter that erupted was the sweetest sound of the night.Later, the server DM’d me: “Still thinking about that tiramisu moment. Legend behavior.” Honestly? Same.Moral of the story: If a man tries to control your plate, order extra dessert—one for you, one for karma.