His fortune cookie predicted my credit card

Dinner was going well until he became extremely invested in the arrival of the fortune cookies. He asked the server twice whether she had "the special batch." I assumed this was a cute surprise. I'm a woman who can mistake basic planning for romance, apparently. My first fortune said, "A generous spirit pays for both meals." His said, "Accept gifts without protest." I looked at him. He looked at the ceiling like ancient wisdom had just entered through a vent. Then he produced a backup cookie. That one said, "She who tips lavishly will find lasting love." The server came back and asked if he'd like the rest of the slips he'd given her. She put a sandwich bag on the table. One visible fortune read, "Your companion deserves dessert to go." He said I was ruining the spontaneity by reading ahead. I paid for my meal and left him with his prophecies. His final prediction was correct: a significant change in his romantic circumstances was imminent.