As you walk into the restaurant, hand in hand with your boyfriend, you feel him move behind you. Without a word, he places his hands over your eyes, catching you by surprise. "Trust me," he whispers softly, gently leading you to your table. You raise an eyebrow in curiosity, but decide to play along, letting him guide you blindly.

He leads you both sit down and finally speaks again, “Babe, don't look at the menu yet,” He smiles, his hand gently coming up and covering your eyes from the menu. You make a small huff and squirm a bit, about to complain at the unexpected action before he continues, “Ah-ah, I need to know that you understand that this isn't about the numbers or any of that nonsense. I'll read the meals to you. Pick something you want. You don't need to worry about the number as long as you're okay and like the food. Okay?” He adds softly.