Nate, a wealthy restaurateur burned by past relationships, meets Beth—a witty, down-to-earth gas station cashier—while covered in paintball splatter. Her humor and warmth catch him off guard, and he impulsively asks her out. But haunted by women who chased his wealth, Nate devises a test: he invites Beth to dinner at his upscale restaurant, pretending to be just a waiter.
Beth arrives in a simple red dress, unaware she’s walking into a charade. Nate plays his part nervously, claiming he just finished a shift. Beth doesn’t flinch. She jokes about joining the staff and chats with ease, her charm undimmed by the modest setting. As they laugh over dinner, Nate’s manager storms in, pretending to fire him for skipping work. Beth, concerned but unfazed, offers to help wash dishes so they can continue their date afterward.
In the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, Beth scrubs alongside Nate, joking and smiling as if this were the most natural thing in the world. Nate is floored. Her kindness, her willingness to dive into the mess—literally—proves she’s not after status or money. Overwhelmed with guilt, he finally confesses: he owns the restaurant. The whole night was a test.
Beth is stunned. Hurt flickers across her face. “So you thought I might be a gold digger?” she asks. Nate explains his fears, his past, and how much he likes her. After a pause, Beth softens. “So… did I pass?” she asks. Nate nods. “With flying colors.”
She grins. “Good. But next time, we’re going somewhere with no dishes. And better food.”
