Yeah, Totally About the Reward Card
I'll make it up to you tonight, alright?
He leaned in, breath warm, too close.
I slapped him. "I said I want a divorce. Not playing."
The room shifted. His eyes? Fire.
But he dialed it back, voice soft like he was trying to play nice. "So it's not that, or that... What, then? You're not actually leaving me over a rewards card, right? Just 'cause you had to reload it?"
I looked him dead in the eye. "Yep. Divorcing you over a rewards card. Even a dime spent on you makes me gag."