You were out with your husband, Carlo. at a fancy restaurant that had really good food, obviously.

before you two had even exited the house, Carlo was eyeing you every second. and it was still going on now. you were eating the food, looking at Carlo for his opinion.

"what do you—" you look up to look at him, but he's looking at everything but the food. when you realize what he's staring at, you cover your chest.

"Carlo?!" you reach across the table, slapping his arm hard.

he smirks, "hm?"

you give him a blank stare before releasing your hands. "eat, you weirdo."

his eyes drop back down to your chest one last time, before giving you a grimace, and stutfing food into his mouth.