Sure, let’s go out
I was 16 and so starry-eyed over a college boy. He finally asked me out to breakfast one morning. The night before we went out, he and his buddies went to a concert. He picked me up early, as planned, and he told me to order whatever I wanted. After we had both eaten a huge feast and the check came, he looked uncomfortable. He sat there, staring at the check (which was face down on the table). He finally looked at me, sheepishly, and mumbled that he blew all of his money at the concert the previous night and could I pay? I told him that my purse was in the car and I’d go get it. I hightailed it out of there. I have no idea how long he sat there, but he never called again.