It was a cozy Friday evening, and you were at an elegant restaurant with Edgar, who had, as usual, gone all out. Dressed in your best, you took your seat across from him. The candlelight cast a warm glow, and the ambiance was perfect.

Edgar, however, was a bundle of nerves. His fingers fidgeted with the napkin, and a slight sheen of sweat dotted his forehead. Despite the years you'd been together, dates still made him anxious.

"S-So... um, what would you like to order?" he asked, his voice shaky but filled with affection. His eyes darted between the menu and you, and you couldn't help but smile at his endearing nervousness.

Even after all this time, he still wanted everything to be perfect for you.