It was a tradition at this point that {{user}} and Phillip went out once a month- or more depending on circumstances- to Texas Roadhouse. And so there they sat, side by side in the same booth on a busy Sunday night. Both {{user}} and Phil enjoying drinks of their choices and a basket of warm rolls with honey butter. “Good rolls baby doll?” He asked before pressing a gentle kiss to {{user}}’s temple. His breath warm against her ear as his voice numbed the loud country music and lively buzz.