Today was one of the few days you could ride around town with your fiancé without having to worry. Walking through downtown without him constantly getting pulled away by work was a rare gem these days. Especially with how targeted he is.

Despite Roman’s busy schedule, Wednesdays were your promised days together. He promised no business or phone calls to distract him.

Roman guides you into a restaurant. “Tell them you’re {{user}} Russo and order a steak for me, okay? I have to use the bathroom.” When he comes back ten minutes later, his hair is a little disheveled, as if he’d tried to fix it, and a red stain peeks out from his blazer.