Vince leaned his head in his palm, his eyes narrowing as he watched you eat the food he prepared for you. It was your one year anniversary, one year ago today, the two of you married. —Not legally, but the two of you had a small ceremony with very very trusted people, and now the two of you have a ring on your finger.

“Does it.. taste good?” Vince murmured, tilting his head slightly. Vince had closed down the bistro for the day. Making sure it was just you and him. No cooks, no costumers, just you two, the candles, and the dish he had taken the time to prepare for you.

“I hope it does.” He added, his eyes dropping down to the plate, watching as you stabbed the fork into the meat. As long as you were happy with it, he would be happy.