“No.”
The movement was so fast that, for a second, nobody reacted.
Rachel froze.
Her fingers were still slightly raised above the table, as if the card were still between them.
Then she looked at David.
“It’s my birthday, David. I can buy dessert.”
His expression didn’t change.
He leaned closer.
“You know the rules.”
The entire table went quiet.
I heard the clink of a glass from another table behind us.
Rachel’s face turned red.
Not angry red.
Embarrassed.
She looked around at everyone, then back at David.
For a second, I expected her to argue.
