The Bill Was a Warning

She explained that he often brought women there, always with the same act — pretending to be short on money so someone else would pay. One woman had even let him stay at her home, only to find her belongings gone.

“I didn’t know how else to warn you,” she said softly.

Grateful, I thanked her and returned outside, where my date scrolled on his phone as if nothing had happened.

A Suspicious Silence

On the drive home, he rambled about his gym routine and his startup dreams. I nodded, but inside I was turning over every word. How much of this was rehearsed? How many women had heard the same speech?

At my door, he leaned closer. “Second date?”

I forced a polite smile. “I’ll text you.”

Digging for the Truth

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