My Date Ordered a $150 Lobster Dinner on Our First Date and Then Refused to Pay – Moments Later, Karma Struck Her Right There in Front of Me

I spun around, and there she was: beautiful long hair, red dress, and a smile wide and bright. Instantly, it felt like the whole room noticed her.

I stood, almost knocking my stool over. “Hey, Chloe. You found the place okay?”

“It wasn’t hard,” she said, eyes sweeping over the restaurant. “Wow, this place is gorgeous.”

I shrugged, feeling my nerves flutter. “Credit goes to you. You chose it.”

She laughed, linking her arm through mine as the hostess approached. “That’s true. I do have a knack for nice places.”

“Hey, Chloe. You found the place okay?”

We followed the hostess, weaving between tables, Chloe’s heels clicking confidently. At our table, she sat first, glancing around like she was memorizing every detail.

“Nice place, right? They have lobster! I adore lobster. I hope you’re not allergic, Evan,” she teased.

“No allergies,” I replied. “But I do get mild menu anxiety.”

She grinned. “Trust me, you’ll love it here.”

A waitress appeared. Maya, her nametag read. She handed us menus. Chloe barely glanced at hers.

“I know what I want,” Chloe said. “I’ll have the lobster. With the butter sauce, please. Extra on the side, too.”

“They have lobster! I adore lobster.”

Maya nodded, scribbling it down. “Excellent choice. And you, sir?”

“Uh, the salmon, please,” I said. “And water’s fine.”

Chloe leaned back, folding her hands. “So, this is your first Tinder date?”

“Not my first, but it’s my first in a while,” I admitted. “What about you?”

She shrugged. “A few. But most guys are too nervous. Or too cheap.” She smirked. “But you seem relaxed. I like that.”

I laughed nervously. “I’m trying my best. I was practicing small talk earlier.”

“Most guys are too nervous. Or too cheap.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that right? Impress me, then.”

“Okay… I can touch my nose with my tongue.”

Chloe burst out laughing. “That’s terrible, Evan.”

“Maybe, but it broke the ice.”

She shook her head, still smiling. “Alright, you get points for effort.”

As our drinks arrived, she pulled out her phone. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m documenting my food journey.”

“Is that right? Impress me, then.”

“Go for it. My plate’s never looked this good.”

She snapped a photo, then one of us. “Smile. My friends will demand proof you exist.”

I grinned. “Tell them I survived the first round.”

Chloe winked. “Oh, it’s early yet.”

We clinked glasses, the room buzzing, conversation flowing like we’d done this a hundred times.

For a moment, I thought maybe I’d misjudged her. Maybe Chloe was just bold, not entitled.

“My friends will demand proof you exist.”

We finished eating, and I was almost relaxed by the time Maya cleared the plates.