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The waiter has just delivered the bill and I'm smiling in that particular way, the way that always spells trouble for you.
A tip, I say, my voice cool and controlled.
You reach for your wallet, but I place a hand on your wrist, halting you.
Not that kind of tip, I clarify, my smile widening at your growing apprehension.
Stand up, I order, and although we're in the middle of a restaurant, you obey, eyes darting around nervously.