Yet he waited and waited, and no matter how long he waited, his goddess never came back.
The backup guy gradually realized something was wrong.
Something occurred to him. He called over a server and asked cautiously, "Miss, how much is the bill for this table?"
The server opened her mouth, pity showing on her face. Of course she knew what had happened at this table.
She shook her head and sighed. "The total for this table is 8,500 yuan."
"W-what?!"
The backup guy was stunned and panicked. He stood up and demanded loudly, drawing the attention of every customer in the steakhouse, "How could it possibly be that expensive? It was just one steak and a bottle of wine! I just checked the menu. The most expensive wine was only three thousand, and the steak was three hundred or so. Tell me, how could she have eaten 8,500 yuan's worth by herself?"
The server explained, "Sir, she wasn't alone. Before you arrived, she was on a date with another man, but he slipped away after eating. And just now, that woman slipped away too. We even stopped her, but she said, 'My boyfriend will pay.' We couldn't force her to pay."
"My boyfriend..."
Those two words seemed to possess tremendous magic.
To a simp, they were practically a nuclear weapon.
Even though he had been fleeced, those two words still left him positively dazed.
"8,500... That's so expensive. Is there any discount?"
The man looked pleadingly at the server.
The young server felt awful.
One look was enough to tell that this man wasn't wealthy. He had come all this way without being willing to spend on even a bite or a sip for himself, only to be treated like an ATM. He had simply been played.
But this