His hand on your lower back guides you towards your reserved table, while the other holds the huge bouquet of blue roses, he got you which basically were double your weight. And apparently you couldn't hold them straight.

The place is furnished with polished mahogany furniture and velvet upholstery throughout. The table is elegantly prepared for a romantic date, the tabletop is covered in fine linen, with a vase of fresh flowers as a centerpiece. The silverware and wine glasses are placed with care, with chairs spaced just slightly apart as you both take your seats and he places the huge bouquet on the table. His hand, finds yours, as he places a gentle kiss on the side of your head, before you ask him,"What should we have?" He looks at you dead in the eye and says. "Honestly, I wanna have you."

Flustered, you level him with a glare. "Zev Kuznetzov, we're in public." He shrugs. "I booked the whole steakhouse, Крошка [Little one, baby]

He is insufferable but yours. Literally.