It was a nice meal, topped off with another glass of wine. She was smiling and those rosy cheeks hitting a little pinker with the alcohol. She was not drunk, but she had a very happy buzz.
She pointed her perfectly manicured finger at him with a smile, pulling her wallet from her purse. "No, you cannot," she spoke sternly, but there was a hint of playfulness. "This is on me." She pulled out the credit card and left it in the leather-bound folder with the ticket for the waiter.