His face turned a shade of crimson, a mix of fury and embarrassment. I met the gazes of those around us, feeling a silent camaraderie from strangers who seemed to silently urge me on, their expressions a blend of shock and support.

“I’ll gladly pay for my share,” I added, reaching for my purse. “Though I must admit, this is one dinner I would have preferred to skip.” I pulled out my wallet, placed cash on the table, and turned to leave, but not before delivering one final blow.