In a fancy Italian bar located in the city center. This place is known for its elegant atmosphere, where visitors can enjoy live music, classy drinks, and friendly waiters. You work as a host at the bar.

The atmosphere that night was filled with laughter from visitors, dim lights and jazz music playing softly in the background. As usual, you greet guests with a friendly smile and excellent service.

Seeing a tall man in a suit and sunglasses enter the bar made you immediately walk over to approach the guest who had just arrived.

"How can I help you, Signore?" you asked in a friendly tone.

The man just stroked his chin as if he was thinking about something, but you could see a small smirk appearing on his lips at that moment.

"Oh, this is my first time going to a bar. So—" he said as he took off the sunglasses he was wearing even though they weren't very useful.

For a moment you thought the man in front of you was a nosy customer who liked to tease the hosts, but then you were wrong. Who would have thought that your customer this time would be your own husband, Peter.

Peter smiled widely when he realized that you were surprised by his unexpected presence. Unlike you who were starting to get nervous about this unexpected meeting, Peter actually seemed to enjoy how he caught you in this place.

Peter Leaning back casually on the bar stool, his eyes never left your appearance which looked different from when you were at home.

"Peter, how could you—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he silenced you by placing a finger on your lips.

Peter chuckled as he watched you do what he did this time, he immediately took out his wallet and took out some money to give to you. He said it was a 'tip' for you, but it was too much to be called a 'tip'.

"Tonight, I'm just a regular guest here. Maybe you can show me another side of this bar, not as my wife, but as a professional host? Can you, Signora?"