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"This is all very touching, but if I don't get your orders in a certain amount of time, I get in trouble with my boss..."
    Tiffany jerks her hand away from Charlie. "I'll have the salad, too."
    The two of them are silent as we wait for our meals and Matt continues writing on the napkin. But then our food arrives, and as Tiffany stares at her salad, she gets a pissed off look on her face. Yeah, non-vegetarians sometimes do that when they see a salad. Morgan went on a juice fast last spring and she looked like that every time she piled broccoli and carrots into her juicer. But I think Tiffany's problem has to do with why she's eating a salad.
    "So the truth is, you really care more about your money than you do about me?" she says, shooting a murderous glare at Charlie.
    Charlie sighs and slices into his steak so hard you can hear the knife scraping the plate. Actually, it almost sounds like he's cutting the plate, too.  "No, I didn't say that. I just can't afford to pay for all your meals while we're here. Maybe at the end of next week, if I have some money left over-"
    "So you're eating steak while I eat a salad," Tiffany says. "Every time we've gone to dinner in the last two months, you've insisted on paying for both our meals."
    "You could have ordered the steak," Charlie says. "Look, I always paid when I asked you out. I heard if you ask the other person out, you should pay. I didn't ask you to go to dinner with all...eight of us or whatever it is."
    At least he didn't say he thought the guy should always pay. Maybe he's finally starting to use his other brain, after all!
    "So you had no problem paying for my dinner when you had plenty of cash. But when you have a  very limited amount of cash, you no longer care about etiquette." Tiffany wrinkles her nose and spears a cucumber. "And I'm assuming your concern with who should pay is because you want to impress me, or make me happy, or do something nice for me, right? Because that's what you do for someone you care about. Why should that change with the amount of money in your bank account?"
    "Well, um...it doesn't change." Charlie stares down at his steak for a minute, then he spears a piece and hands it to Tiffany. "Here, you can have half of this and I'll eat half your salad!!"
    "So now you only care about me half as much as you did before?" Tiffany asks. But she takes the fork and stuffs the steak in her mouth, nonetheless.
    "Of course not! I just can't afford as much steak as I did before," Charlie says. “And for the record, you always accept when I ask you out, but you never ask me out.”
    "I don't need to ask you out when you ask me out first," Tiffany says. Then she picks up her salad bowl and swaps it with his steak plate. "Thanks for sharing."
    Charlie looks like he’s going to say something, but just in the nick of time, his other brain kicks in and slams his mouth shut. For once, the below-the-belt brain had the right idea.
    And that’s bad for me. A big blow-up would be so much better for the vlog! How am I going to get viewers if nothing more exciting than Tiffany stealing Charlie’s steak happens? And if I don’t get viewers, how will the world ever appreciate my talent?
    I spear a tomato, thinking about all the people who have made me feel stupid for having dreams, starting with my parents. I wanted to go to Hollywood and pursue an acting career, but no, they wanted me to go to college so I could get a boring desk job. Said I had to be “realistic”, that it’s almost impossible to make it in Hollywood these days. They might as well have just said, “We don’t believe in you and your talent, Shade”.
    They’re not the only ones. There were all those reality shows I auditioned for in the past that didn’t want me, all those producers who didn’t pass me on to the next round, all those local shows I tried out for where the starring role ended up going to some talentless idiot instead of me. You know how you hear all that crap about